Brussel Sprouts? The devil sits on the toilet, pushes like a son of a bitch, and out pops a brussel sprout. He then walks over to his cat’s litter box, rubs that disgusting little “sprout” in some nice runny cat shit for awhile and there you have it.
To put it another way, I don’t like them.
Cooked spinach makes my testicles retract.
That’s about it. I’ll eat anything else, and probably have.
Yogurt. Ugh. Bad childhood associations, and I’m not a big fan of sloppy runny food anyway.
Factory-made bread – especially if it’s even slightly stale, which of course it always is. Just barely tolerable with lots of butter and jam. Bakery bread, on the other hand, is heaven.
Most canned fruits and vegetables. I’ll cook with canned tomatoes or beans sometimes, but I can’t stand the thought of eating them plain.
Twinkies, HoHos, and similar products. There’s just something unnatural about them.
Can somebody explain to me the fascination with cilantro?
I imagine this is what armpit hair tastes like. Yuck.