What foods do you loathe, detest and despise

I kinda won't do tongue, liver, brains or genitals.

(my thinking is this... if I ever become food, I would prefer those parts of me left alone, thankyouverymuch)

I'm not familiar with menudo. What is it?

OK, add stomach to the list, nobody should eat my stomach either...

Menudo is a soup made with tripe.

Tripe:

Beef tripe is usually made from only the first three chambers of a cow's stomach. (from wiki)




yummy...

Well, very quickly,
Okra - the vilest flavor on the planet
Cheese - except on cheese burgers, some Mexican dishes or pizza
Menudo
There are others, but these are enough for now.

I like, love or don't mind pretty much what's been on everyone's no-go list so far.

I hate pumpkin pie.

It's got tripe in it, as rocky said, but looking at some online recipes it also contains; calves feet or pigs feet, pork liver, chorizo (which is a nasty sausage), and sheeps eyes.

Oh, they'll try to tell you it's hominy, but believe me, it's sheeps eyes.

look at this. does this look like some nasty stuff or what?

mexican friends tell me some people use it as a cure for a hangover. yeah, it cures a hangover because knowing I'd have to eat it would keep me from drinking in the first place.

An ex sister in law of mine was born in Mexico City. She makes a huge stainless steel pot of menudo twice a month. Her entire family scarfs it down like ambrosia. Makes me ill to watch.

I say bullhonky...chorizo is Spain's gift to the culinary world...scrambled eggs and chorizo...hmmmm hmmm

Spanish chorizo, yes. Mexican chorizo, less so.

the chorizo I am familiar with (mexican) is wonderful, the portuguese chorizo is godawful.

Jello molds with vegetables inside (big during the 70's)

Aspic

will not eat pasta with red sauce most of the time because I OD'ed on Kraft spaghetti dinner (in a box the size of mac and cheese) as a kid

Spanish is my fave

same here

I remember chorizo and eggs in TJ a long time ago, great. That was about a day after my mother warned me yet again how dangerous Mexico was, before we set out. Of course, now in 2009 TJ could make my mother just nod.

I've eaten a lot of sausages.. depends on who made them - I wouldn't generalize about portuguese or mexican or spanish or italian (which I'm most familiar with and some are awful) or german, etc. Sausages, and similar, vary.

Which reminds me, we called our friend ML, "Choriza". She and another friend had their hair done, while a few others of us hit the pottery shops in Rosarita Beach (this was in the late sixties). They both showed up after two hours with sausage curls, ML's the more flamboyant. I do mean flamboyant. I shouldn't sound above it all, as I got a beehive doo in Guadalajara a short month or two later that I went straight to the RestRoom and combed/washed out. I suppose you could have called me hair flume another word or two..

I guess I was lucky I hated spaghetti as a kid. It was, you know, wormy, wiggly. So was jello, so was tapioca, pudding, cream cheese, anything squishy squirmy.
What a petunia.

The remnant of this distaste is raw sea urchin... and for that I'm glad.