Sardines or mackerel. Cannot abide.

Liver with or without onions.

Brussels sprouts. Olives. Liver, but I like pâté.

Lima Beans.

Raw oysters or any raw fish. Not happening.

Do you mean the least favorite food that Mom cooked?

If so, least favorite Mom food would be liver and onions except I liked the onions. Meatballs & spaghetti--except the spaghetti & sauce were great; I just didn't care for (to this day) meatballs. I use Italian sausage in spaghetti sauce. And I didn't care for 'fried' cabbage but loved the hamburger * cabbage dish that she made. Now, I love the braised cabbage that I make.

scrambled eggs with brains

Sorority house, in college, served that every Saturday night. Most ate OUT!

Liver, my mom’s was horrible. Other people convinced me to try their liver but it was still awful, just does not work for me.

Least favorite Mom cooked? At the time, I don't remember disliking anything she served. Well except once I said I hated lima beans in the Campbell's vegetable soup we often had for lunch. Dad fished out a lima bean and a square potato(?), had me close my eyes, and asked me to tell him which was which. Wow, they tasted the same! No more problems with lima beans! Looking back from more enlightened times, I wonder that we scarfed down her early attempts at 'pizza' -- bisquick crust, campbell's tomato soup sauce, green-can parmesan cheese dust, and hot dog slices. Maybe we were just hungry.

That mom cooked?

Her hamburgers were dry & over cooked. Tasted like charcoal. Smelled like lighter fluid.

Her red chili & spaghetti sauce were cooked in cast iron. I remember the weird iron taste.

Mother cooked? Meat loaf. Never cared for meat loaf until my adult years. Now I love it, especially a meat loaf sandwich.

Liver (can't stand the smell or texture), soft fried eggs (they are so slimy they make me want to gag). I attribute this to watching my father eating his barely cooked fried eggs mixed with ketchup while sopping it all up with toast (his favorite weekend breakfast). *shudder*

Pretty much any kind of slimy food grosses me out from under cooked eggs to raw oysters to sandwiches with too much mayo. No SLIME in my food, please!

Cooked cabbage. I don’t really like cole slaw all that much either but will eat it now and then.

Occasionally, my father would have lamb kidneys. I hated the smell and never tried them. In general, I do not like organ meats.

Lentil soup

My mom was a pretty good cook and was always willing to experiment or try new things as they came along. But, every Sunday was roast beef night with gravy, roast potatoes and yorkshire pudding. Monday night was left over roast beef BUT she would heat up the gravy on the stove and then throw the sliced roast beef into the pot to warm it up - yecchh! It just looked like one big throw-up mess. To this day I won't eat any meat that comes served with gravy.

I cant remember anything truly heinous,but nothing good either. We were all stick skinny kids because we ate the bare minimum of all things. It just wasn't good tasting food. She didnt use seasoning other than black pepper and ancient dried herbs that were so old they tasted like tea. It was all bland,tough,and overcooked.

Runny yolk eggs.

I don't even like to look at them.

Anything covered with mayo. Mayonnaise is fine as an ingredient mixed well into things like egg, tuna or potato salad if it's not overly done. But I can't abide it as a condiment or used as a dressing for vegetable salads.

If it's about something mom cooked I can state that my parents did not believe in forcing me to eat things I didn't like. If they were having gravied casseroles or something I didn't like they would leave out a plain portion of the meat used in the preparation for me. I loved all meats including absolutely loving liver. Just never liked wet food all that much until I got older.

I didn’t like my mother’s liver and bacon (well I liked the bacon). It was always over cooked and leathery. I love sautéed chicken livers still pink in the middle though. I also disliked her eggplant parmigiana. I had no idea why she was so keen on it.

And when we came to Australia, she didn’t know where to buy fish for Lent so she bought a fish the butchers stocked called “South African fillet”. It was hoki that was heavily smoked and dyed a sort of rusty orange colour. Apparently to make it edible you’re supposed to soak it in milk to make the smokiness milder, but Mom didn’t know that and so it was vile.

Liver fixed any way and any kind. Mom would make liver and onions with a beautiful thick brown gravy. I would eat the rice and gravy from the liver and onions but none of the meat. Ick I still can't even consider tasting liver. I didn't eat animal organs either like kidney, heart, tongue nope. No pigs feet!

Liver was first to come to mind...

Yep, liver. The onions and bacon were ok. And we had to clean our plate.

Sea food, I do like fish though, avocados, coffee

Sue

As for as dislikes, didn’t have any. Loved fried liver smothered in onions and gravy. Mother cooked three meals a day. We were farmers so always had food. Grew all of vegetables , and meats. On my list of very very favorite, the lemon cake that would be on our dining room table every Saturday. The homemade biscuits with every meal, and the cream gravy . I came during depression times and they was always a way for farm families to survive. As a little tyke , I remember how neighbors would share their food. We had beef and milk, neighbor had hogs and goats. We gave them beef and milk, in return for country hams.

From mom it would be tuna casserole with mushy peas served over toast. I can't think of a casserole I like to this day.

When I first responded, I didn’t realize it was supposed to be something my Mom cooked. So I guess that would have to be salmon patties which my Dad liked but us kids didn’t. I liked them ok but not one of my favorites. Thankfully we didn’t have them often, as I don’t think she liked them much either. Funny, I do remember eating a bite of the salmon from the can and thinking it was pretty good. Living in a small town, I was an adult before I had a salmon filet and loved it. And we went to the gulf coast a lot and ate other fresh seafood, including grilled snapper, all the time.

I never was made to eat anything I didn't like. She cooked to please my dad and he was a meat and potatoes sort of guy, altho she cooked a lot of vegetables too. She never made a casserole....I don't either. She cooked goose and duck and rabbit, which I ate at the time, but didn't particularly like and don't eat now. My dad liked lamb and even mutton. I never could stand it. She tried to trick me one time telling me me lamb chops were steak and cooked it rare for me. I didn't eat it and when they had something like that, she fixed a tv dinner for me, which I thought was a real treat.

Although she learned a bit late in life, my mom was a great cook. There wasn't much she fixed that I didn't like aside from a couple of childhood aversions I grew out of and now thoroughly enjoy. But she did have a fondness for fixing fried parsnips.........I don't like parsnips, never have, still don't!! Those I would avoid like the plague!!

Mac and cheese. Have always hated it, and the dairy in it does not agree with me.

Does "least favorite" mean the one you like but like the least? If this is the case, then I would have to give a different answer. I gave my answer for the one I dislike the most.

Things I don't care for in the allegedly "comfort food" category, and then some:

* Meatloaf. Not the standard stuff, for sure. Dad seasoned it well, but I hated all the breading in it. I did develop my own GOOD meatloaf when I went out on my own and joined a beef meat share, getting too much ground meat to know what to do with. I took a page from Paleo, and instead of those bread crumbs which really (to my mind) don't belong there, I added potato or sweet potato. A serious game changer. BUT regular meatloaf (and by extension meatballs made the same way... NO.)

* Mac and cheese. We only had that when parents were going out to dinner, because I suspect they didn't like it, either. They'd get the Kraft box and add more cheese, and then disappear. The only way mac and cheese is edible is if lots of veggies are added. Or, in the case of my brother's Lobster mac and cheese, which was lobster, peppers and onion plus the other stuff. Oh, yes, leave off the extra carby topping if your mac and cheese is baked.

* Carrots aren't something I like, unless well cooked and mushy. Or in mirepoix. But, for some reason I like parsnips. Go figure. But as a kid I wasn't even fond of them mushy.

* Fruitcake. A waste of good rum. Actually, my folks hated this one, too. They gave me their extra fruitcakes they'd gotten at Christmas to take back out to college to give to dorm fellows.

* Chicken breast is usually bad. I finally made a good one using sous vide, which keeps the moisture in. Still not as good as the dark, but definitely edible. At any rate, my parents once tried to convince me the chicken breast they made was sweetbreads. I wasn't fooled. (Most folk go the other way around.)

* Liver as my parents' made it. I do like it in liverwurst and even some pate, but when I had a low iron issue (so low I couldn't go have scheduled surgery) they were making me liver and onions three times a week to build my iron up. That was pretty horrid.

* Certain pancakes. Dad on Saturday or Sunday mornings would make pancakes for us, sometimes. He would toss in leftovers from Friday or something. Most of the time it was fun. Once he made "fried rice pancakes" - tossed in leftover fried rice (which we liked the night before) into pancake batter. Epic fail. There was also the idea of "Re-run Pancakes", the name taken from re-runs on TV... - what wasn't eaten he'd fry up anyway and we were to re-heat them in the oven or skillet for the next day. They were always dried out and crusty. (This might actually work in a microwave with some added moisture, but we didn't have a microwave then. They were awful, no matter if they were good when first cooked.)

* Dad came home with a pheasant or two he'd shot, with a shot gun. He proceeded to make a stew to which he added whole peppercorns. I'm sure it tasted great, but you had to eat this dish a microliter at a time, due to not knowing if you were going to bite into a peppercorn or a bit of lead shot. Just Don't Do That!

* Mom loved cottage cheese. I couldn't abide what to me looked like Milk Gone Bad.

* Pecan pie. Sorry, Mom. I know all your neighbors raved over it, and it probably was stupendous, but.

I could choke down the liver but eggplant and cottage cheese are on my no no list to this day.

Okra, liver, eggs, yogurt, cottage cheese

My least favorite main dish was probably short ribs. When I got older and people would be touting ribs as something worth eating, I just didn't get it. Then we moved to a community with a great Prime Rib restaurant. We'd go once in a while for a prime rib dinner (boneless). Once in a while (maybe once a week) they would do a ribs dinner using the bones they cut from the prime rib roasts. I finally got why people liked ribs. They aren't usually talking about short ribs (and probably not prime roast ribs either). I'm still not crazy about pork ribs, but will eat them to be polite.

"Chicken breast is usually bad. I finally made a good one using sous vide, which keeps the moisture in. "

If you buy good quality chicken (not the mass produced name brands), pay attention while skin-on and bone-in pieces are cooking, check internal temperatures starting at 75% of the elapsed cooking time and stop at 160 degrees, you'll be happy. Whether roasting at 400 deg or gentle grilling (indirect heat after a first sear). Your chicken will be moist and flavorful. With sous vide, you're essentially steaming the chicken and it doesn't dry out because it's in water. It also won't develop the flavors from browning unless you do that as an additional step.

SUBJECT of this thread is:

To go with the Favorite Food now the Least Favorite Food

Just as with in-person conversations, sometimes something said triggers other thoughts or a reaction! I share it! Try it! And ignore what you don't like!

I am a very unfussy eater and can appreciate delicious food, but can also eat mediocre quite easily. I have always been an unfussy and happy eater. The only meal I remember actually falling to pieces and crying about -was liver. I can remember my father saying he didn't like it either but (back in the day we believed) it was good for us to eat.

I can remember sitting at the table in tears, trying ketchup or anything to make it palatable but nothing helped.

At some point in my twenties, I remember ordering it at restaurants and thinking it wasn't too bad. I haven't had it in probably decades.

I'm with the rest on the liver front, couldn't stomach the smell of it cooking nor the taste/texture from the first and only bite I ever took of it. Didn't like the parsnips, turnips or rutabagas either and have never cooked those in all the years since. Both my parents were good cooks and never made us eat what we didn't like, there were a lot of us kids (8), some liked some stuff that others refused. I still make many of the dishes as my parents did, just not those noted above. ;)

Although my Dad loved to fish (and took all us kids often), my Mom wouldn't cook it because when she was young her Dad fished and she had to clean the fish on their back porch. It was a task she detested so we never had fish, we just caught and released. lol

Liver, it tastes to me like what an iron skillet would taste like if you could melt it down.

That mom cooked? My mom was a wonderful cook, and she took courses and read magazines and books. I liked everything she made from quickies and comfort food to dinner fare and party food.

Except, I didn't like her omelettes, and I never liked liver. Mom rarely made it anyway. DH will order it if it's in on the menu in a restaurant because he knows I'll never cook it, but the last restaurant we knew that made his liver is gone for a few years now. Here's a funny thing: to me, liver tastes like dog food. But even though they LOOK like dog food, I do like pâtés--French, Danish, German. And I now like a properly-made omelette.

The funny thing about the omelette is this. My mom watched Julia Child, and had her cookbooks, which I now have. But I think she worried about undercooked eggs so her omelettes were a bit overcooked. And she was becoming concerned about salt so they were a bit flavorless to me. At restaurant buffet omelette stations, whatever the added ingredients, sometimes I liked them and sometimes not. But I wondered why a plain omelette couldn't taste good?

Well, a few months ago I checked out The French Chef from the library and DH and I spent the shutdown watching. The Omelette Show was a game-changer and DH now makes a plain omelette even I can love.