Quail, are you sure you aren't peaking over my shoulder?
Black olives, green olives, blech, just the smell is enough. I pick them out/off anything I come in contact with. No real reason, just don't like the taste/smell/look.
Pickled pigs feet. I used to watch my dad eat these. The smell & the look of eating something's FOOT just gets to me.
Chitterlings. My dad tricked me into thinking it was a nice piece of crispy fried chicken skin. I ate three pieces before he told me. So very wrong

For a long time after I had my oldest, I couldn't eat crawfish. My BF & I were preggers at the same time and both craved hot, spicy Louisiana style crawfish. I got a chance to bring home a ton of them and we ate ourselves silly. I think we ate almost 15lbs each. Now, she's allergic, but I can still eat them, and I love them again.
Poo poo on all you sushi haters. I

sushi nummy nummy nummy. Especially spicy tuna
