Turkey:

   I said it. I am a proud turkey hater. When it’s time to carve the turkey, I skip over and find something else to put on my plate.

   To me, it’s like I’m eating a sheet of drywall. It doesn’t matter who cooked it or what it’s seasoned with; it always tastes bland and gross. I don’t eat much meat, so my plate is skimped on.

Cranberry Sauce:

   When this dish is passed around the table, I happily pass it to the next person. I don’t like the texture of Jello and the two have very similar textures. Cranberry juice and sauce have two different tastes, shockingly.

   The sauce is too sweet and I don’t enjoy it. It could be homemade or out of a can, but regardless, I will not eat it. I have tried eating it in years past and can’t bring myself to like it.

Yams with Marshmallows:

  This is straight-up baby food. I almost gag when I am force-fed this by Mother. My favorite trick in the book is pushing my food around on my plate and making side conversations to make it appear as though I’ve been eating.

   The only good part about this dish is the marshmallows on top. I will purposely pick around the sweet potatoes and eat the yummy toasted marshmallows.

Deviled Eggs:

  I cannot stand eggs and refuse to eat them. It doesn’t matter if they’re scrambled, sunnyside, or the key ingredient in a dish. Growing up on a farm disturbed me, so I cannot eat eggs and other certain dishes.

   The smell of deviled eggs is like a box of farts. I will watch them fly off the table and onto plates in a matter of seconds, and I am more than okay with that.

Pecan Pie:

  This may sound controversial, but I’ve never had pecan pie. It just looks and smells gross to me. I’m a firm believer that nuts do not belong in desserts.

   My Mama owns a bakery and never once has she had a request to make a pecan pie, so it furthers my point that pecan pie does not belong on the table.

Pumpkin Pie:

  The texture is a big thing for me, and this would be if Jello and baby food had a lovechild. You can only get me to eat pumpkin pie if you smother it in whipped cream. Even then, I’ll only eat around the pumpkin part and eat the crust.

   I have never had a perfect slice of pumpkin pie and I’m assuming I never will. The pumpkin flavor is not my favorite either; I’m more of a homemade banana pudding type of girly.

Cornbread:

  I was born and raised in the South but something about cornbread differs from what I would like. It may be how I’ve had it in the past, but it doesn’t hit the spot. When I imagine Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, I picture giant, steaming, fluffy rolls coated in melted butter.

   Cornbread is a dish I will eat when I’m eating pot roast or crab legs.