Well, I never met a vegitable that I didn't like: raw cooked or over cooked in a can!
My mom works in a Hospital Lab and when the blood would expire ,the tecs would take turns bringing it home to feed their roses! Well ,one day I got home from school and found a tray of "chocolate" ontop of the fridge. It looked like my mom had a tray of cocoa for rolling or dusting on one of her famous deserts. So I stuck my finger in and had a big lick! Thats when I deduced that my mom had decided to dry out her latest share of HUMAN BLOOD to use later!
Beef tongue! (in retrospect) As a young child ,we lived on a very remote homestead ,10 miles past any roads. Our main protein source was seafood and eggs ,so red meat was a special treat. One day someone showed up with a big chunk of smoked meat and gave it to my sister and I (age 6 and 8?). Well ,we devoured it with glee.It was only later that we found out that it was a whole cow toungue! It was only years later that the thought of those taste buds grossed me out!
OK ,one more:
I spent 2 months in Mexico ,three time during my teens and early 20's. On the last trip I went to Barra De Navidad with 10 friends. We spent 2 months out of 10 weeks at one Hotel. Across the street was a cute little restauraunt "Los Arcos". I discovered that being a regular had huge perks ( ever increasing portion sizes untill they had more than doubled).After preparing Huevos a la Mexicana ( mexican omlet ,rice beans and tortillas) for me about 50 times ,the wife of the pair ,refused! "Todas dias huevos a la Mexicana! No mas!" So they prepared their specialty; Chorizo! Well ,you may have had sausages called chorizo? Not the same! This was a large bowl of broth with long large lumpy pieces of pig fat (not a scrap of meat) They had been so generous in the past that proper etiquette was my only option! 14 years later, I can still feel those llumpy jiggly strips of fat in my mouth! The next day ,I went back to eggs and they never tried to serve me anything else that I didn't ask for.
