Li hing mui looks like deer turds to me. But I might like them if they are salty.
Sour Patch Kids on Grilled Cheese...That sounds intriguing!
Li hing mui looks like deer turds to me. But I might like them if they are salty.
Sour Patch Kids on Grilled Cheese...That sounds intriguing!
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way too early in the morning for me to have read sour patch kids+grilled cheese.
He lets the saltiness mix in with his rice I guess. I'll point out to him that he's weird when I see him tonight though
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There aren't many things that squick me as far as things generally considered 'Food' go...
Peppers- red or green, aren't favorites of mine, but I can handle them as long as something else covers the flavor a little
Cilantro- I'd do without it unless it's in Thai food.
Energy bars are generally all okay as long as I have something to drink with them, but they're so heavy on the stomach. I prefer gels and oozes, but also if I can have something to wash them down.
Ripe olives=good. Green olives=puke, but I like to suck the pimento out.
v8, when beef boullion cube, celery stalk, tobasco , and optional vodka makes a wonderful drink.
Brussels Sprouts are good when salted lightly- I like the bitterness.
the sour tasting ramen packages from asian markets are among my favorites.
I'm a texture person- but I often dislike chewy or crunchy things and favor the soft or gooey textures. Okra is just fine texture-wise, as is tapioca in bubble tea.
organ meats are okay as long as they weren't part of the digestive tract (menudo, etc) but gizzards are okay if well scrubbed, etc.
Things *not* generally considered food, but edible anyway (depending on where you're from)
Bugs- Ehh... The *flavor* of mealworms, fried or ground, is actually sort of appealing to me. The *texture* is what grosses me out a little. Cricket legs are a little weird, too. Actually, just like anchovies- it's the little hair-ish bones and legs.
fish roe- in sushi, it's the best thing in the world. Fried, it's really beyond gross.
Empanadas and root beer float. Why would I eat such a thing? It's called night shift in the labor rooms, my friends. The nurses were frying up empanadas, little pastries with ground meat and potato filling. Then one of the docs got out ice cream and root beer she'd brought, and, well....you can't be ruuuude, right? Gotta have some, right?
But two empanadas, L? Perhaps one would've been enough. Root beer float was so tasty. Now I feel like a lead balloon, and I reeeeeallly want to go to sleep. I have a patient in labor, though...ugh. NO more fried stuff + sugar.
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