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Non-deveined shrimp.

Yes, I KNOW it's edible and I KNOW it won't hurt me but psychologically, I just cannot force myself to eat shrimp if I see even a bit of black. I've tried, and my throat physically refused to swallow it - and I realized that if I kept trying, it was going to come right back up anyway.

So I don't know if I won't eat any of the more exotic items mentioned in this thread, but I know my body absolutely refused to eat non-deveined shrimp.

But once that vein is gone, I eat 'em like beer nuts :biggrin: .

Marcia.


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I think I probably would take a pass on most organs and eyeball-type things. In any case, I don't feel it's a good idea to eat organs, in this country at least; they tend to stockpile any toxins to which a given beast is exposed. Mmm! I'll have extra pesticides with that kidney!

Insects I'm okay with. Not that I'd seek them out, mind you. I rather liked durian. I don't normally care for octopus or squid, but I think that's cos I'm not rich enough to get it consistently prepared properly. I liked it -- in one dish, once. Other than that -- gloing! gloing!

The one everyday thing that I won't eat is anything visibly, or perceptibly, greasy or oily. The feel of oil or grease sliding down my throat is one of the most hideous eating experiences I can think of.

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This is a strange one, because it's not all that wierd and I can certainly choke down some strange foods (i.e. Rocky Mountain Oysters, snake).

However...I've tried many a time, and I just can't STAND the taste of raw tuna. I've had the best grades, even tried the much sought after Toro (belly of tuna) that Jeffrey Steingarten raved about in "It Must've Been Something I Ate". I really WANT to love it, but something in the taste disgusts me. I don't get it!


To eat good food is to be close to God." -Big Night

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I like to think of myself as pretty open minded and stated in my previous post that I'd eat just about anything. But if I may, after reading this, may I add the one item that I will not eat, ever, even if I'm starving to death?

Stink eggs. With botulism or without. Gah!


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This series of responses has caused me to rethink my initial comments, also. My thoughts were limited to what is offered in grocery stores and restaurants here and abroad - but I think there are a few "off the wall" offerings where I would choose to stay hungry.

I still feel, in general, that the less popular meat, vegetables, desserts, drinks, etc. are where I would choose the one I had never experienced.

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Eggs. I'll eat them mixed up in a batter such as cake, custard, sweet souffle or bread pudding. I'll even eat french toast if the batter isn't too eggy. I've tried caviar and I don't have a problem with that. But eggs alone--scrambled, omelet, poached--no way. Hard boiled or egg salad---SHUDDER....

I cannot tell you how happy I am to find that I am not the only egulleter with this aversion.

They are satan's snot. Sulfurous, congealed, quivering mucous. Not food. No way. Non serviam. I disbelieve.

Needless to say, I will not be trying the fetal duck eggs any time soon! :biggrin:

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There's a ritual in Greenland where they capture a certain type of shark and prepare it by having it rot, buried in sand for six months, continually decomposing. They do that to leech out toxins. Then they air dry it. It's called hakarl and is heavily ammoniated and smells of urine.

I don't think I could eat shark that heavily smells of urine.

They sell tiny jars of cubed hakarl in the duty-free shop in Keflavik Airport in Iceland.

It even looks nasty.

Luckily for all concerned, it is sold in airtight (if sadly transparent) cannisters.

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This is a major thread-hijack, for which I apologize, but I just heard a wonderful story about Iceland. One of my customers had been flying from Munich with his wife and two cats, en route to a 3-month sabatical in NYC. While they were over the Atlantic, one of the plane's two engines caught fire, and they were forced to make an emergency landing in Iceland. At the airport, they were greeted with reporters and photographers -- apparantly the engine problem had been REALLY bad, and nobody had expected the plane to make it down safely. My customer was photographed clutching one of his kitties, and then he and his wife and the cats betook themselves to a hotel for some much needed whiskey and rest.

The next morning, they were awoken by the police. The photo of customer+cat had appeared on the front page of the Icelandic equivalent of the New York Times, where it had been spotted by the Minister of Health. Iceland, it seems, has very strict pet-quarantine laws, similar to the ones the UK used to have, and the Icelandic government was furious that they had brought their cats into the country. My customer and his wife were hustled down to the police station, and somebody or other from the U.S. Ambassador's office -- who knew we HAD an ambassador to Iceland? -- had to come and negotiate their release.

They have printed up cards with a picture of the villainous cat in question, draped over a sign reading "I caused an international incident."

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things i will not eat if given the choice:

dogs: inconsistent ethical reasons

monkeys and apes: see above

spiders: they gross me out

cockroaches: see above

endangered species: anyone remember "the freshman"?

other than that i'm game for anything--and i would probably reconsider the above (definitely the endangered species) if my life depended on it.

those of you who say you won't eat brains you need to get yourselves to a good punjabi dhaba in north india and try some brain curry--the way the livid, red sauce spurts out of the cubed brains when you press down on them just adds to the sensory pleasure.

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those of you who say you won't eat brains you need to get yourselves to a good punjabi dhaba in north india and try some brain curry--the way the livid, red sauce spurts out of the cubed brains when you press down on them just adds to the sensory pleasure.

Oh! Oh! Mercy! And I thought i had a cast-iron stomach! :wacko::huh::blink:


I'm a canning clean freak because there's no sorry large enough to cover the, "Oops! I gave you botulism" regrets.

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I'm shocked that no one has mentioned - and you could actually be confronted with this option - dog! You're saying that you could munch down Lassie if she came to you on a plate? :shock:


Oh, J[esus]. You may be omnipotent, but you are SO naive!

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Fafaru.

Put fish into clean seawater, let stand for days, strain the remains of fish and keep the SEAWATER. Soak seafood in water from ten minutes to eight hours, to taste.

Slice and serve.

Although a popular dish (the water is bottled and sold in stores), airline regulations forbid the substance aboard the craft because of the aroma.

Fafaru was served to Survivor contestants and several were penalized because they refused to eat it.

For delicious details, see:

http://www.hawaii.rr.com/leisure/reviews/a...fajatpphigh.htm

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Fin & Haddie. My mom used to make it. Its smoky smell would be attractive but it would taste...Gak, I would put it in my mouth and my body would eject it faster. My mother was an incredible cook, I always felt bad I couldn't choke it down, neither could anyone else in the house for that matter. :unsure:


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Fin & Haddie.

I take it you're referring to Finnan Haddie, smoked haddock originally produced in Findon, Scotland?

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Sometimes, regional delicacies are hard to stomache. I have eaten Norwegian rakfisk (trout weighed and marinated several months in salt water in a pail)

lutefisk (cod marinated in lye)

klippfisk (sun-dried cod)

gammalost (I have no idea but tastes like you're eating compressed sawdust)

brunost (goat's milk cooked to the softball stage)

But, there is no way I am ever going to try smalahove EVER!!! It's a complete sheep's head cooked over an open fire until the outside is charcoal. Then, they take an axe and split open the skull. Enjoy! The eyeballs are the best part.

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Enjoy!

:laugh:


Fi Kirkpatrick

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Dill; I love smoked salmon but can't handle gravlax. Also olives: love the oil, hate the veg.

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Green bean casserole with those french onion things from a can.....

Oh, and watermelon. It's not that I don't want it, but I am terribly allergic to it. Just the aroma of watermelon makes me want to loose the last bit of green bean casserole still in my stomach.

Try growing up in the midwest with THAT around your neck! I think it scarred me. Who can I sue?


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"Got what backwards?" I ask.

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No cockroaches. Could probably eat grasshoppers.

Rabbit. Every time I try to order it I hear "here comes Peter Cottontail . . . ." No can do.

Taco Bell. The smell makes me queasy. Never got close to eating it because of the smell.

Also I won't eat anything, ever, that has maggots anywhere. Eeeeew.

Edited for punctuation.


Edited by Mulcahy (log)

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Eyes. At least knowingly and wittingly. The more sophisticated food carts in Mexico that serve taquitos de barbacoa de res (pit cooked cow's head) will part the head out and cover the evidence with tea towels. So you can select your favorite choice parts. They roll back the towel like a Gibson Girl showing ankle ... but when the contents of that part of the tray look back at you ....

That plus the texture descriptor 'gelatinous' and the jaw that had given pass to iguana, possum, and jumil bug, involuntarily locked down.

Theabroma


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No cockroaches. Could probably eat grasshoppers.

Rabbit. Every time I try to order it I hear "here comes Peter Cottontail . . . ." No can do.

Taco Bell. The smell makes me queasy. Never got close to eating it because of the smell.

Also I won't eat anything, ever, that has maggots anywhere. Eeeeew.

Edited for punctuation.

(sigh) I never ate rabbit. In fact, I had sworn an oath never to eat rabbit, because the furry little adorables scrubbing behind their ears in the Easter window of a Bleeker Street boutique reminded me so much of my beloved cat.

It's all Charlie Trotter's fault.

I broke my oath, and now I am a broken woman.

But it was really delicious.

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The first thing are peas. No matter who makes them, I don't like the texture. The other is belut. I think that is how you spell it. The egg that has the baby chick inside.

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