Is there a dish you ate so much of growing up that the thought of it even now makes you queasy?

Spaghetti is mine because I swear we had that once or twice a week. Angel hair pasta and sauce from the jar with ground beef plus the parm cheese in the can you shake out. I haven't touched that since I was a kid and I don't plan on revisiting it anytime soon. Sometimes at family gatherings my mom will make remarks like well I was going to make spaghetti but Dan doesn't like it or it's evil twin cousin baked ziti.