What meal did your family serve when you were a kid
and you still can't stand it to this day?
For me, it's mussels and clams. Pretty much any shell fish. Yuck!
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So, Dear Old Dad did the cooking!
Worst meal ever were those horrific ham hocks and navy beans! Mother attempted to cook those now and then. OMG! 
Waste of time I thought but then there was Missy the cat! She loved cooked bell peppers and she'd eat the entire thing if it was left behind! She lived to the ripe old age of 17 years btw! 
we HAD to finish our meal though, even if we had to sit there for an hour after everyone else was done. dad's belt over the top of the chair was a reminder 
i will eat cooked bell pepper now, but only thinly sliced and on pizza. raw bell peppers are fine though, love them in a salad.
My didn't know how to cook mother made her "special" meatloaf. It was crackers and hamburger mixed together with one egg I 
Another vomitous try to be dinner thing it was.
The liver scene was worse. She'd try to slip that on you telling you it was pork. Uh huh ... !!
A spinach souffle??? 
It was probably a punishment...you must have been very bad that day ! 
I like spinach in its normal form, but one time, in the 1950s my mom made "creamed spinach".
All of us kids (five) took one bite and went EEEEWWWWW!. It was horrid. LOL
We talked about that for years and years.
Yuk !
Here (Belgium), most of the time, it is the way spinach are prepared.
To me, it looks like a green vomit...
I also hate all kind of raw fish or meat.
It reminds me something funny : steak tartare is called "américain préparé" here. 
Which literally means : prepared American...
Don't worry, Americans are safe in Belgium. We don't chase lost tourists thru our towns to mince and eat them dressed with mayonnaise, capers,...
I have no idea from where come from the name. 
It is one of the most iconic pastry of Belgian bakery.
There is more than 600 recipes. In a country that is so small that you can put it in corner of one of your big States and forget it for ever.
I don't eat waffles for breakfast but yes, some do.
My favourite one is the Brussel's waffle. It is a big one with large holes, very light (no sugar, no milk, not much butter), a little crunchy. It must be eaten hot, as soon as it come out of the waffle maker.
You can put sugar on or fruits or what you like. I love it with fresh strawberries and a little chantilly.
It is an old photo but it gives you an idea (I'm an awful photograph)
My big passion is cooking and baking.
Waffle makers have different molds depending of which kind of waffles you make. There are other molds, not only those on the pic.
Waffles are taken very seriously here
It is a very simple recipe.
I just have to convert from metric system to yours. For safety, I'll put the metric measures too...
I will haunt the cooking section for sure 
Pies are another Belgian speciality. Here is one with fruits and a sable pastry base with a thin layer of custard under the fruits.
And a appetizer I do love in summer. A melon salad with shrimps :
I'll stop here, I'm definitly of topic...
...I'm about to definitly give up.
Really tried but cooked spinach...
I'll give a try to your recipe, maybe...
The pain, the pain.
My mother made this stovetop casserole thing once a week. The stuff I actually liked made it onto the couple times a month menu, but this one...THIS ONE...was guaranteed once a week, like clockwork.
She browned pork chops in a frying pan. She added potato wedges, canned string beans, and a can of tomatoes.
The pork chops were always dry, like shoe leather, and without any flavor at all. The tomatoes held onto 100% of their acidity. The potato wedges ended up halfway cooked and tasted waxy. The string beans had a strong, overpowering "canned" metal taste, which imparted itself to everything else in the dish.
And I was raised in the days when you did not comment on the food your mom put in front of you, unless it was something like "yum."
ANY time I see ANY of the four ingredients of this casserole, I am immediately transported back to that dinner table.
I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulfuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down at the mill, and pay the mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing 'Hallelujah.'
(Stolen from Monty Python; "The 4 Yorkshiremen."
I think it was one of those Immigrant Parents thingies.
Immigrant Parent: How old are you?
Child of Immigrant Parent: 15.
Immigrant Parent: When I was your age I was 16.
(How do you argue with that? )
My mother insisted I couldn't leave the table until they were gone off my plate. It took hours when she wasn't watching me like a hawk to line them up under my plate or flick them around the room until they were "gone." When I had to eat them, I gagged and retched.
A couple decades later, I tried out my learned parental skills on my daughter.
What kid won't eat "grilled cheese w/ Campbell's tomato soup - with crackers?" Seriously! 
I begged, cajoled, negotiated, and finally got her to try a spoonful. She immediately barfed all over the kitchen table in the most appalling and shocking way! I never did THAT again, believe me!
Years later, I don't eat peas and my daughter don't eat tomato soup. Some food things just are. 
Liver and onions; canned yams; and canned spinach. I was served this when I was at a residential treatment center at age 11 and it still makes me retch even thinking about it!
Everyone gathered around the table, crunching on that rock-hard cereal in deafening fashion?
Seriously, that cereal always tore up the inside of my mouth.
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Canned salmon mixed with bread crumbs and eggs, shaped into patties and fried. Bleh! Cannot eat Salmon to this day!
Now that I've got out of the way...
My dad makes macaroni and cheese from scratch with spam.
"Steamers" are what should come out several hours AFTER a meal!
My parents always acted like tongue was a treat because it was beef!
Our freezer was always full of ocean fish my dad caught, and later fish us kids had caught fishing with him. My dad and a couple of my brothers have a million ways to serve fish. I like fish, especially the stronger fish like mackerel. Olive oil and fish are perfect.
My dad thought fried chicken livers were a treat, he still does, but he didn't inflict them on the rest of us.
I like many of the things people are complaining about in this thread, including Lima bean soups. (My wife hates Lima beans.)
Okay, I thought of another horrible thing besides tongue...
We used to go to to San Diego in the summer to visit family. The adults would cook fish and drink and tell increasingly grandiose stories and it was noisy and cheerful and we kids would fall asleep to that. In the morning, as a "treat," we'd go for breakfast at this hole-in-the wall place that, I swear, served scrambled eggs made from powder, canned beans, awful white bread toast, and bacon that didn't taste right. It was just as I imagine Army or Navy food was like during World War II or Korea. The attraction of the place, I discerned later, was they served a hell of a Bloody Mary that may have been vodka and Tabasco sauce with a dash of tomato juice, so maybe the adults couldn't actually taste the food, their mouths on fire. But no, I do not want to eat breakfasts like that ever again.
I hate Liver. We used to use it to catch crayfish but we didn't eat them we just caught them.
My Mom liked to make Rice-a-Roni with Chicken Gizzards and I could eat that then but I never would do it now. I also hated when she made Sauerkraut. I don't get the appeal of it.
--as soon as I arrived at the worm, I would be so grossed out I'd have to leave the table...
...haven't seen a worm in one in years though - thanks to all those pesticides!!
Canned beets, boiled eggs, mayonnaise . . . nasty stuff, though I must admit when it was all mixed together it was a very pretty shade of magenta. But nasty!
