Tomato soup. Growing up I was disgusted by the idea of tomato soup until I was convinced to try it with a little milk in it. Well I was hooked. That was until a few years back while in middle school. I had spent a weekend at my friend's house. Sunday afternoon his mom made tomato soup and grilled cheese for my friend and I at lunch. My friends little brother had some kind of spaghetti-o's and couldn't finish. I put them in my soup and it was delicious. Cut to later that evening. My parents pick me up for dinner. Went to some Chinese restaurant and sat down then ordered drinks. Almost instantaneously a wave of nausea and the worst stomach cramps of my entire life hit me and I wasn't ready for it. I barely made it outside when projectile vomited all the contents (or so I thought) of my stomach all over the bench and sidewalk. I've to this day never felt the way I felt that night again. I continued to expel the horrid taste of tomato soup over the next two days. I'm starting to taste now. Ew.

Tldr: tomato soup.