I had a century egg once. Like a hundred rotten eggs suspended in a salty pond-muck jelly. My body literally refused to swallow it.

there was this chocolate with a clear filling, i ended up scraping the flavor off my tongue with my nails.

Fresh ginger.

Fundamentally, ass. Absolutely nothing about it is logical. Don’t care, as long as it’s freshly showered and no questionable bowel situations.

Uniquely gross, tuna salad as my taste and smell was coming back post-covid 19. I had it often before, I have it often now. But something like a month after covid, the only thing I tasted and smelled was the fish oil. Put me off of it for like a year. Got over it

I tested the buttering agent on coin cell batteries. Very bitter. I’ve also blown my car’s radiator to speed up a coolant drain through a small outlet. Same buttering agent. I also unintentionally coated my hand in liquid compressed air (upside down) and clicked my finger a little later eating chips. You guessed it, bittrex strikes again. On par with malort.

As a kid I took a swig off my Mom’s Coca Cola. She had been using the can as an ash tray. Puked for five mins and can recall that taste in a second as an adult.

I sip Malört and enjoy its nuanced flavor notes. Durian tastes like paradise. Natto, however, broke me.

One time when I was a kid, my friend and I decided to take random stuff from the pantry and just mix it all together into one drink. That was genuinely heinous.

Of things that were intended to be eaten, my friend in Amsterdam had some super salty black licorice. Don’t want to yuck his yum, but that shit wasn’t fit for human consumption.

Accidentally half ate a catepillar once.

It crawled into the bag of snacking cheerios on a camping trip.

… still feed bad about accidentally killing that little guy.

I guess also maybe you could count earning my redwings, though it wasn’t like I was ingesting it, and frankly, I didn’t even find it disgusting at all, but it seems most people are disgusted by this.

I’ve done a good bit of martial arts, am quite used to the taste of my own blood in my mouth… hers was basically just a slightly different flavor of blood.

I didn’t put it there but when I was in college sharing an apartment with my brother and his wife they got a dog and when they got it home the instant it got through the door it beelined for my lap and slipped it’s tongue ALL the way along the roof of my mouth. Decades ago and I can still feel it.

Ugh. Once when I was a kid I got the idea in my head to stick my face in between the couch cushoins and inhale hard. I still can kinda see the cursed salad I was spitting out for a while.

Actual shit. I was rimming my boyfriend and he had thought he cleaned enough, he was wrong. I immediately threw up washed my mouth out and brushed my teeth. Disgusting, in case I needed to say it.

I’ve had surströmming exactly once and intend to keep it that way.

A Zataran’s Cajun chicken Alfredo freezer meal…that had been in the un-freezable, non-refrigerated cabinet two weeks.

My wife…gods bless her, was trying to feed me dinner…and found that in the cabinet… after having put it there during our last grocery stock up, not realizing it required freezing. In her defense, it was a grocery order and the item was not something we ordered, so she didn’t know the particulars of it, and it wasn’t cold upon arrival.

After microwaving, she brings me the plate and a fork and I notice the smell is…unique, but me being hungry and not overly picky though “meh…Cajun seasoning…I guess” so i stir the sauce into the noodles and then lick the fork, as one does, preparing to consume.

The weirdest part, is it was fucking sour. Not sour like spoiled, sour like a million warheads sour. I stopped… looked at the stuff, looked at my wife and shuddered. “This is weird…why is it sour?” I said…still not dawning on me that my wife would attempt to poison me so obviously. She disappears and I sit there, with the offending offering on the table in front of me. “Am I brave enough to eat this? I don’t like wasting food…” goes through my head at about the same time as my wife, pale faced and trembling, rushes in and grabs it hollering “don’t eat that! It was supposed to be frozen!”

A raw, whole crab (about the size of a golf ball). Was crunchy in a very nasty way, full of slimy nasty stuff. Horrible!