It’s just like a stronger, fattier, gamier version of lamb. I wouldn’t say it’s better or worse, but it can be a bit of an acquired taste. That said, I did not personally find Owensboro mutton to be particularly overly strong in flavor (and it’s traditionally served with a strong Worcestershire & vinegar finishing sauce that cuts through the fat and lambiness), but I do like that lamb flavor and I find a lot of lamb tends to not have enough of that flavor for my tastes. I find when I buy lamb from the Middle Eastern butchers, it has more of that flavor vs the stuff I get from Australia or New Zealand at Costco, which tends to be a lot gentler.
I had horse carpaccio in Japan. It was… not life-changing, but pretty good.
In Vietnam I had an opportunity to try dog. I totally thought I could do it, but sicked out at the last second. Even roasted and curried, it smelled like… a friend.
I’d eat cat in a heartbeat though.
Most of mine have already been covered, but:
- I like MSG just fine
- I love the cheap mac ‘n’ cheese with the radioactive-yellow powder
- I like McDonald’s Quarter Pounders with cheese.
- I like to put M&M’s in a cup, fill it with icewater, and eat “M&M soup”
- I like Cheetos (the puffy bright orange ones)
I don’t particularly like bacon or sausage. It’s not that I don’t like fatty salty meat because I love italian salami. Sausage in particular I don’t like and I could easily live without bacon (although a BLT is quite tasty).
I LOVE buttermilk. I’ve never understood people who use it for cooking, but refuse to drink it.
Crap. NOW you tell me!
Talk of liverwurst brings back memories of my Mom when I was a kid. She would eat it on saltines. I would enjoy it in small quantities once on a while but she chowed down on it. She also enjoyed scrapple (soul food, she called it).
I don’t think that I’m quite as experienced as you seem to be with mutton barbecue, but I’ve had Moonlite in Owensboro a few times. I love all barbecue, but my relatives seemed amazed that I love their mutton and invariably go back for seconds. They acted like they were challenging me to a dare the first time. It’s good, dark, not quite game-y, but not quite like beef. Splash it with their hot barbecue sauce or a mix of one of their other styles and their hot sauce, mmmmmmmm.
At this point, I don’t know if that qualifies as a dark food confession or not. We’re not supposed to like smoked mutton? Ok, I don’t want to be right. Damn, I have the urge to seek out smoked venison now.
No, the mutton stuff is not a food confession, just a side discussion that spun off.
In the last year or so, Trader Joes started selling little tubs of hollandaise sauce. Once I considered that hollandaise is 99% butter, it was a short step to start using it to butter my toast instead of plain butter. It feels so decadent somehow.
A local diner/restaurant serves Eggs Redneck. English muffin, sausage patty, poached egg, and sausage gravy instead of Hollandaise. It was my first time there so I got an omelette instead (with a side of Tater Tots), but this is my next choice.
That is a little weird.
RE: MSG
Um… ami?
I know! I’ve been doing it since I was a kid. I liked to suck on M&Ms because I liked the taste of the candy coating, and one day I hit on the idea to cover them in water in a cup instead of sucking. My mom thought it was crazy, but it wasn’t hurting anything, so…yeah. 
I love buttermilk in cooking and baking but I don’t drink it straight, then again I don’t like the taste of milk straight either.
When you talk about buttermilk, do you mean cultured buttermilk—the sour, fermented stuff—or something else?
Yeah, I guess you can call pulykamell a friend. Just because you’ve only met on the internet doesn’t mean you can’t be considered friends. Don’t let IRL people tell you any different!
Friend! I detest ketchup. Also pickles. When I was pregnant the repulsion was so strong that if my husband had a sandwich made with pickles in the same bag, the stench contaminated my food and I couldn’t eat it. Not pregnant, I just take them off, but I don’t like it!
I dip my french fries in mayonnaise.
My grandfather loved buttermilk, and talked it up to me, his 5 year old grandson, in such a way that I was excited by the idea and wanted to try it! I loved butter, I loved milk, what could be better!
So he gave me a big glass of it, I eagerly took a huge swallow of it, and promptly threw up all over the place.
I still don’t drink it, to this day, over half a century later. Even the smell makes me queasy. I don’t know why I haven’t overcome it. I love fermented foods, kumiss, yogurt, sour cream.
So, no ice cream and pickles for you?
I could have written that same post… my grandfather used to mix buttermilk with cornbread. He called it a Mississippi Milkshake, I couldn’t even get past the smell. Nowadays I can use it in baking or dressing, but I still don’t get drinking it as a beverage.