I can't eat...

Vasko

Hi all,

Have any of you developed any aversions towards any particular foods during your time in India? I swear, just the thought of vegetable pakoras makes me feel ill. The reason for this is that that was the last thing I ate before I had a nasty case of Delhi Belly. Somehow the two got linked together in my mind.

A friend of mine claims to have "overdosed" on salted peanuts (=ate so much he vomited), resulting in an inability to eat them anymore.

So is there any food you liked (or tolerated) before, but now can't put in your mouth?

God, this is a stupid question but I'm bored at work.

Amit

samosas did that to me once, it took over 15 years for me to try one again... and its still not on my favs list... i am bored too.. :-)

vistet

No, but there are still some things I wont touch after working as a dishwasher in a fancy restaurant on the Swedish east coast. I guess this is also where i learned the most important thing about eating out : go to a place where you can see the food being made.

During the morning rush hours the visibillty was down to 3 meters (max) from the steam pumping out of the washer, which gave the clothes a certain aroma when you walked home ( no working clothes were provided, of course) . It was all very Down and Out in Paris and London. The owner told us to "avoid" serving food we would refuse to eat ourselves.

I still recognise some of the tricks today in restaurants , like the watered-down juice with salt.

lokie

I couldn't eat hot fudge ice cream for a while and I still can't eat pasta salad ..... YUCK! Guess I am bored too!

turlapati

Got my share of Delhi belly after gorging on potato chips. 8 years later and I still can't eat crisps in India!

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bijapuri

since 1985 I hate coconuts
in food, all spiced up and part of the great Indian Ooze, fine, and I LOOOOVE the bone coloured paste that Southies splat on everything,
but them green coconuts, ieugh!.
Even tried again last year, still no-go

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bijapuri

and to samosa
I say no, sah!

guerik

Eggs! I can't go near them anymore. I used to have them all the time but for the last 3-4 years I haven't been able to eat them, smell them or look at them. If I'm cooking something that needs eggs I either leave them out or get someone else to put the egg in and mix it around. Even things like quiche are too eggy for me, and I used to love quiche!

Watching cooking shows on television is a bit of a minefield :P

bray

This is sometimes referred to in the psychology literature as "Sauce Bernaise syndrome". This is the best online description I could find. It turns out that exactly how these things get linked in your brain is rather complicated.

DianeN.

When I was 20, and my friend had just turned 21, we celebrated her birthday with a case of super cheap, so-called champagne. Was so sick the next day that it took me YEARS to be able to drink any sort of champagne, even the real stuff. Luckily now I am totally recovered--but chances of drinking real champagne are still far and few between.

guerik

It's funny for me to read back on this - while I was in India I went on an ovo-lacto vegetarian diet and around the 2nd week I had this real urge to eat an egg. I hadn't eaten one for at least 3 years beforehand and now I'm back on the egg-wagon. Still wouldn't go near a soft-boiled egg though
Apparently it could have been that I really needed protein or something, but there you go!


Diane: I think we've all had an experience like that - fortunately it's usually the really cheap alcohol we're turned off

Bryan

The permanant one I can't touch anymore is not from India
Satay ...I would rather starve than touch it ...Spent sometime in indonesia where the food generally was atrocious after being spoiled culinary wise in the subcontinent and SEA Indonesia left me disillusioned ..>Stillc ant face anything remotly like the food served there

In india I developed an aversion to Dahl ...simply couldnt face it and chapattis
Only now am I starting to eat dahl again but i still go for nan rather than chapattis

Bryan

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jjacquemain

For me it was green olives...I ate 2 jars of them and washed them down with a cheap beer. I turned the color of the olives a bit later and got sick as a dog! Took me 15 years before I could so much as smell an olive.

Strange that I didn't mind drinking cheap beer after that......

paan wallah

for me it s just rice

after travelling in asian countrys for 6 months or more I get sick of eating rice
after rice for breakfast rice for supper rice for dinner it s getting too much for me

but the funny thing is:when I m back at home,the second day I m already missing the rice eating procedure...

another thing: before I started my apprenticeship as a chief I didn t like million things(like olives,bacon,ham,fish,turkey and many more)
now I love them!!!
so you have to try everything at least one time!

but as a cook you have to prepare everything,you have to try everything.

you have to cook food you don t like



but there s one thing on this planet I will never try or eat:It s herring.

never never never

omshanti

When I was twelve I had mono (the sleepy illness) and for some reason it also made me feel constantly nasueas. Went out one day for lunch with my family to a Greek restaurant and ordered a gyro. Although I didn't actually get ill from it, for some reason it became symbolic of how crappy I felt that whole time. It took ten years for me to be able to try one again! Now it's not so bad, but I still wouldn't say I'm cured.....

The second is Pizza Hut pizza. I had been travelling for about three weeks in Uttaranchal and for some reason we couldn't find much besides old, sour dahl to eat....so, when we arrived in Jaipur and saw the Pizza Hut, we all unanimously decided we'd be feasting there! We had a deliciously huge pizza with black olives, capsicum and mushrooms....unfortunately for me though, my mom and aunt were so relieved to find a respite from the bad food we'd been eating and almost worried that it may be the last chance, that they decided to have two more meals there and take one "to go".....

We spent the whole day driving to Jodhpur (after lunch at Pizza Hut) with this other pizza roasting along with us in the car.....and arrived in the early evening to our hotel. My mother and aunt decided they wanted to have a look at the ex Maharaja's palace turned hotel. I was exhausted and not feeling too good so decided to stay in. And out of the corner of my eye I kept seeing the pizza box on the table and the thought of that fermented pizza in there was making my stomach turn. Eventually it was making me so ill I had to hide it under some piece of furniture. But to no avail. Half an hour later, I was violently ill (five weeks later I got home and broke out into hives, turns out I had giardia and an amoeba and having gone so long ill without those little buggers releasing toxins caused the allergic reaction!)

I am not sure whether it was the Pizza Hut which made me ill but I definitely cannot eat it ever again. Luckily it is only that pizza, I guess it's not too bad to lose one's desire for greasy fast food pizza.......