Liver is at the bottom of the edible list for me - perhaps because mom made us eat it as kids with the sauteed onions. NOT A FAN.
I could probably eat everything on the list; if I was hungry enough.
I'm not to picky...
have had all except nutella in the past year. I found if you can like kimchi you can eat anything.
I sent the list to my three children and gave a copy to my wife, who scored "1". The oldest said he would eat almost everything on the list if it was on a pizza.
Do you know what they put in Hot-Dogs?!
@dougie : teats, toes, and testicles. (The real answer ends with a$$holes)
My score was three. No oysters, snails, or tofu for me.
No oysters, snails, or tofu for m
Tofu is good if marinated in whatever my wife uses, otherwise it's just blah.
Where's Camel,Whale, stinky tofu, squid ink, Abalone, jellyfish, tripe, and so much more...
Hell, on any given day I'll have at least half of that list and up to 2/3 in my house....everything has been there and more
what a mamby pamby list of fear from food...
although... I won't eat testes, rectum (Hell it nearly killed him!) brains, Balout, and the other things I'll anticipate the refusal I'll provide at the appropriate time...
I eaten everything on that list and the only thing that I don't care for anymore is liver (I used to eat it a lot when I was kid). there are several items (tofu for example), that I can certainly live without though. I kind of surprised that there are so many things that aren't on the list (duck, caviar, muskrat, possum, armadillo, alligator, octopus, squirrel, rabbit, ants, grasshoppers, green jello with shredded carrots, fry-sauce, etc. etc.)
green jello with shredded carrots
That's doing it wrong. It's supposed to be orange jello with pineapple and shredded carrots.
Do you know what they put in Hot-Dogs?!
Everything except the "oink".
I traveled the world (30-40 countries) compliments of the US Navy and ate experimentally everywhere we went. Often that did not end well but it was an adventure. Not much I won't try except beets. I was at a large family picnic and somebody had brought a big bowl of beets prepared somehow. Lots of people in the family had an exaggerated sense of humor so I naturally thought it was a great joke because who would eat beets. Turns out I hurt the cook's feelings a little.
So I got a 1 because of beets on the list.
I traveled the world (30-40 countries) compliments of the US Navy and ate experimentally everywhere we went. Often that did not end well but it was an adventure. Not much I won't try except beets. I was at a large family picnic and somebody had brought a big bowl of beets prepared somehow. Lots of people in the family had an exaggerated sense of humor so I naturally thought it was a great joke because who would eat beets. Turns out I hurt the cook's feelings a little.
So I got a 1 because of beets on the list.
I hated beets until the landlord was eating and shared some pickled beets with my vituperative disgust apparent. I've loved them ever since, especially that amazing recipe.
RIP Joel Gawlswyk, the beet tamer and many more things you were for so many people.
¿ Do y’all know the difference between boogers and broccoli? ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..You can’t make a kid eat broccoli!
Me, about 65 years ago, being led around a supermarket in Pueblo, Colorado by a much older cousin. She showed me a shelf full of items like chocolate-covered grasshoppers. As best I recall, my two thoughts were "YUK" and "What a waste of good chocolate."
Beets are my nemesis. It is definitely a personal thing though as I see plenty of people that love them. As for me, no thanks.
My grandmother used to can little sweet pickled crab apples. She always put red food coloring in with them. These were a treat and you might get ONE after a meal if you were good.
My brother and I (at the age of 9 or 10) snuck into the cellar and purloined a large canning jar full of what we thought were pickled crab apples...they were beets. Yuck. Of course we had the evidence of the crime on our faces, hands and shirts. Not a good heist. Expecting a sweet treat and then biting into a canned beet was disappointing beyond words.
Then one summer as a young teen I signed up at the church for the a daily "rent-a-slave". People could come to the church on the morning of a prescribed day and grab a kid to help them with any domestic chore they might have. It lasted all day and didn't pay much but I was hooked into it by my elders.
A nice man picked me up and dropped me off at his house before he went to work. I was to spend the day pulling dead vines out of what seemed to be an endless chain link fence. He left me there with his wife to supervise.
As was not uncommon back then the couple had met in WWII in Germany. Her English, while not too bad, was still thick with a staunch German accent. At noon (thank God) she offered me up a meal in the kitchen. I was famished.
Soup wasn't my favorite. Cold soup was worse. Soup made with beets (borscht) was inedible in my book. Luckily there was plenty of Wonder Bread, margarine and iced tea. I didn't think I'd survive the day.
Can't stand beets.
