OK, not a phobia, but on the subject of unhappy food combinations
my mother used to cook a dish which was basically

- bananas
- wrapped round each banana, a slice of "plastic" (i.e. cheap and horrible) ham
- covered in cheese sauce
- baked.

Challenge - anyone's parents come up with a worse meal.

And this wasn't a one-off. Oh no. I must have eaten this tens if not hundreds of times...
( I_Was_Mordred, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 14:05, 4 replies)

My Dear Mother
Used to serve Wombat Steak.

Despite the fact that I would happily eat a Wombat, living in Scotland rather than Oz would suggest either a really well stocked butchers (unlikely, this was the 70s) or Mumsie was lying.

She was.

It was apparently the only way I'd eat liver.

I had no memory of this until it was brought up (appropriately enough) when I was discussing the feeding of my own spawn.

Liver.

*urgh*
(osok Rebel without a clue, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 14:09, closed)

I was in a rush to grab some lunch today
And managed to pick up a cheese and onion sandwich instead of a cheese and colslaw one.

I'm sitting here frowning harder with every bite I take :(
( Cawl, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 14:11, closed)

osok
Your mum is fucking hilarious.

That's utter class

*makes mental note for when my daughter won't eat liver*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 14:11, closed)

my Scots Canadian grandmother
Gawd rest 'er, used to feed my dad boiled beef mince, accompanied by small vegetable chunks in jelly. Actual fruit jelly, like lime or strawberry.

*boke mahone*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 14:14, closed)