I don’t think so, Tim…
There’s too much molly-coddling of children these days. I didn’t get to decide what it was I would eat on a daily basis as a kid. My parents cooked dinner and we ate. If it was something new, and we balked, the deal was that we try and eat it, and if we didn’t like it after that meal, we didn’t have to eat it next time. That rarely happened.
For me it happened with the following foods, which you won’t catch me eating unless the world is ending, I’ve already eaten every leafy thing in sight, or I’m about to die of malnutrition (in which case you’ll still have to hold me down and force feed me):
- Liver. Just… ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. No, no thank you. There is no way you can cook this to make it even remotely appealing.
- Salmon. I know salmon is all the rage these days, but even the smell of it makes me gag. Cooked, raw, or swirled into a frothy pate, it’s still awful.
- Anchovies. The only way I voluntarily eat anchovies is in Caesar dressing and I can only eat it then because I forget that those little bastards are in there. They’re gross.
- Added update: Sardines. Not only do they stink to high heaven, but they’re all claustrophobic in those cans. No, no thank you!
I’m pretty sure those are the only ones, but I’m sure others will crop up. If they do I’ll add them, but for now, you won’t see me piling any of these in my shopping cart. If you do, it’s clearly an impostor.
