Will not eat chicken...
One extremely hot summer (100 degrees mostly - CT) before my freshman year of HS, worked on a chicken farm killing chickens with a hook knife, dipping them into hot water, and ripping off their feathers with a foot-driven rubber paddle wheel...
10-cents an hour, 10-hours-per-day, and unlimited stench from 25,000 chickens that no amount of soap & water could eliminate...
Here it is 75-years later and, still, I will not eat chicken...
Good Lord, I understand ; )
My mom had a similar experience with canned food. She worked in a cannery in Portland one summer. She refused to buy canned vegetables and fruit from then on.
My dad worked on a farm with chickens when he was young. He said “anyone who’d eat a chicken would eat a buzzard!” He hated chicken.
Pogie processing plant (source of ambergris substitute material) would give any chicken processor competition for malodorous air. The guys that work there have a car reserved for use during the season—can’t get the smell out of the car or wash it off in the shower.
My first full time job in the summer of 1975 was working in the pineapple fields in Hawaii. Hot, back breaking work, $1.80/hour. It took almost ten years before I would eat pineapple after that.
Very similar reason my Grandfather always preferred ham over chicken or turkey.