No, I will not taste any of your bizarre disgusting culinary creations! Heaven only knows what manner of bizarre, unnatural experiments you’ve been conducting to produce these unearthly abominations. I don’t care if you created these using cutting edge gene-splicing or Green Dye #9; I refuse to partake of any such sick, twisted verdant pork or poultry products.
I will not consume them for my lunch. I will not have them over brunch. I will not partake of them in my car. I will not have them in a bar. I will not try them on a lark. I will not try them in the park.
Forty-seven hours in labor, an episiotomy, and I feed you and clothe you for all these years! And what do I ask in return? Nothing! Do I complain that you didn’t call your mother - or maybe even send me some flowers - on Mothers’ Day? Do I complain when you come home for a visit and instead spend the whole week out with your friends? Do I complain that you’re still not married, although God knows you’re not getting any younger? No! And what to I get in return? I get insulted, in my own kitchen!
I’m still waiting for my brother open his legendary ice-cream shop, 31 Flavors of Pain, and Pork. Flavors include:
-Baby Rat Chunk
-Hooks 'n Worms
-Orange Juice and Toothpaste
-Spackle
-Old-Fashioned French Sweat
I’ll mention Chitlins to him: he might find a place on the menu.
“Feline millinery.” That is truly astute. Not like the guy that I’m pitting, the brute.
These foods that I mentioned, they are truly reprehensible. They should never be eaten by anyone sensible. Their bizarre pigmentation is utterly vile, and to take just a bite… well, that’s not my style.
I refuse to taste them. I refuse to partake. Don’t ever you try; it would be a mistake.
They’re simply unnatural, these ovoids, this pork. Such items should never be touched with knife or with fork. I shall never consume them, so don’t waste your time. Never ask me again, not even in rhyme.
A few years ago I attended a cooking demonstration by one of the more colorful chefs in the area. I don’t remember any of his recipies, but I do remember a bit of wisdom he imparted. He said that if someone offers something you’d rather not sample, do not tell them anything like you probably wouldn’t like it. It will then become for them a Life Goal to get you to eat whatever it is.
Instead you say something like, “Aw-w-w-w. I just love <whatever>, but I’m allergic to it.” Then, they will feel sorry for you, and Leave You Alone.