This is a riff off
mightyboosh
's thread relating to really really really hot sauce, I thought it might warrant a different take.
Eating is an emotional exercise. There's a lot we don't eat for all kinds of reasons, and, as with many things like this opinions vary, sometimes a lot.
A good friend actually eats liver and onions, without a burly housewife (or -husband) standing over him. He likes it. Me . . . no.
But, on the other hand, I like sushi. And Cheech and Chong did a sketch years ago called "Sushi Bar" in which Cheech plays this Hollywood dude introducing a dweeby fussy-squeamish-type, portrayed by Chong to things like raw fish, which a long time ago, was weird and I guess still is.
So, how about you? What have you been offered and declined, or offered to others and had declined? As the B52s admonished in a song, let the discussion "Roam" . . . .
Eating is an emotional exercise. There's a lot we don't eat for all kinds of reasons, and, as with many things like this opinions vary, sometimes a lot.
A good friend actually eats liver and onions, without a burly housewife (or -husband) standing over him. He likes it. Me . . . no.
But, on the other hand, I like sushi. And Cheech and Chong did a sketch years ago called "Sushi Bar" in which Cheech plays this Hollywood dude introducing a dweeby fussy-squeamish-type, portrayed by Chong to things like raw fish, which a long time ago, was weird and I guess still is.
So, how about you? What have you been offered and declined, or offered to others and had declined? As the B52s admonished in a song, let the discussion "Roam" . . . .