Toaster126

I don't eat green vegetables. None. Or mushrooms.

I used to try when I was younger, but now I know better.

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longbough

I don't like those really pungent cheeses. I can tolerate mozzerella, munster, swiss, cheddar, and all the common stuff - but cheeses from northern France, for example, make me hurl.

little_tippler

I'd say I'll eat pretty much anything but there are a few things I don't much care for. Anything like liver, kidney, or other forms of entrails, brains and paws are completely off for me. I don't like brussels sprouts, they are like little vile stink bombs waiting to explode in your mouth once you bite down. Also, the yuckiest fruit I know is called a diospiro/ kaki/ persimmon, the taste is okay but in the centre it has 2 slug like things that just make my stomach turn. Does anyone know these?

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We are ever unapparent. What we are
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However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
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longbough

thx for reminding me - no livers, kidneys, bladders, brains, testicles or haggis.

yecchh ...

BadNick

"sweet breads" sounds sort of appetizing if they were really "sweet" and "bread". Brains and entrails on the other hand sound like slaughterhouse scraps, which I guess they ofter are.

In any case, I love sweet breads ...the brains and organs kind... very delicate flavor and texture; I also like kidneys and tripe and liver, you get the picture. I suppose this is why they called me "garbage mouth" when I was a teenager, it was not for my choice of language.

I don't know about paws, where would I get those? But something I found for the first time a few years ago and thought it was a bit strange is chicken feet. Not the leg or meat, but the actual little claws that scratch chicken shit in the pen. It was in a Chinese restaurant and the gelatinous texture and cartiledge made it tasty and intersting.

Oh, I have never tried eyeballs, they sound sort of weird and I've never been confronted with the opportunity yet.

Charlatan

I will eat just about anything... however, when I was a kid, I was strictly a no vegetables kind of kid (my only exceptions were peas, corn, potatoes and tomatoes in a sauce).

While I will eat them I am not a fan of beets, bussel sprouts (damn Belgians) and offal (while I can eat them, I just don't enjoy it so I tend to avoid ordering it).

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ShaniFaye

I love raw onions but I hate cooked ones

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fresnelly

My tastes have broadened considerably since I was younger though do have a few quirks.

For example:

Nothing beats a crispy dill pickle with a grilled cheese sandwich, but like relish, I think it ruins a good burger.

Cherry Tomatoes. I've progressed to the point where I can eat them drizzled in balsamic vinegar or in a pesto cream pasta, but never alone. That burst of sour juice makes me gag everytime.

On the other hand, I love raw cherries, but can't eat them cooked. Cherry pie is the one and only kind of pie I won't eat. Again, the sour juice makes me gag. Same for fakey cherry flavoured candy.

Let's see, what else... I love prepared and seedy mustard but don't like strong dijon mustard. Minimal Wasabi on my sushi please and no Cabbage rolls or sauerkraut.

I don't drink coffee.

In Hungary, the local cough syrup has a similar tase to Root Beer, so my dad won't touch the stuff. His old school friend is incredulous that we enjoy it.

Boy I'd hate to coordinate ordering Pizza at a TFP party.

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