Here’s a meme I liberated from Yogamum. It’s a list of 100 different foods you say if you’ve tried, or never will eat. I see that it comes originally from a blogger in the UK, which explains the number of Indian items on it. And by Indian, I mean East, not American. There are, as far as I can tell, no American Indian items on it.
Anyway,
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.
1. Venison. I would eat it. I just don’t think I have.
2. Nettle tea. Blech.
3. Huevos rancheros. We had it in Mexico. J loves it. Me, not so much.
4. Steak tartare. I can’t imagine eating it, but I watched my mother eat it once.
5. Crocodile. I’d try it, but I don’t feel like I’m missing out having not done so.
6. Black pudding. I’m actually very picky and eating something made with blood grosses me out.
7. Cheese fondue. Of course. And broth fondue too, which I like much better. And chocolate fondue, which I like best of all.
8. Carp.
9. Borscht. I ate it once and hated it, but unlike Yogamum, won’t try it again.
10. Baba ghanoush. Yuck.
11. Calamari. Love it.
12. Pho. Love it even more.
13. PB&J sandwich. Of course.
14. Aloo gobi. I have never heard of this, so I googled it, and it turns out I have eaten it. And liked it.
15. Hot dog from a street cart. Yup.
16. Epoisses. Had to google this too. Haven’t eaten it.
17. Black truffle. It mostly tasted like mushroom to me.
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes.
19. Steamed pork buns. Dim sum!.
20. Pistachio ice cream. What an unpleasant idea.
21. Heirloom tomatoes.
22. Fresh wild berries. We have raspberries at the cottage and we discovered blackberries this year too.
23. Foie gras. I tried it just because, but didn’t love it.
24. Rice and beans. Love it! Asher hates beans, though, so I don’t make it much. Rotten kid.
25. Brawn, or head cheese. My mom used to make this and I ate it not know what it was, so it bypassed my pickiness radar. I still ate it once I realized what it was, unlike tongue. What isn’t that on this list?
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper. God, no.
27. Dulce de leche.
28. Oysters. Smoked. Does that count? Would never eat them raw.
29. Baklava. My room-mate’s mom, in university, made the best ever. I’ve never found any others to compare.
30. Bagna cauda. More googling. Looks good.
31. Wasabi peas. Blech.
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl. What’s the deal with the sourdough bowl?
33. Salted lassi. More googling. Sounds a little gross.
34. Sauerkraut. Don’t love it.
35. Root beer float. In New York in a little cafe. The waiter insisted that I was a deprived Canadian for not having had this. Didn’t like it.
36. Cognac with a fat cigar. Hate cigars.
37. Clotted cream tea.
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O. Thank goodness not.
39. Gumbo. Yum!
40. Oxtail. I think I’ve had it in soup.
41. Curried goat.
42. Whole insects. Never ever.
43. Phaal. Spicy bad.
44. Goat’s milk. No, but I would.
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more. Malt whisky no, scotch, yes. Just cause.
46. Fugu. A fish that can kill you? No way.
47. Chicken tikka masala.
48. Eel. In sushi, I realize.
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut. Sadly, yes.
50. Sea urchin. Again, sushi.
51.Prickly pear. No, but I would.
52. Umeboshi.
53. Abalone. I think I have in sushi.
54. Paneer.
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal. Sadly, yes to this too.
56. Spaetzle.
57. Dirty gin martini. Can’t drink any more and when I could, dry martinis weren’t on the radar.
58. Beer above 8% ABV. But this sort of thing was.
59. Poutine. It’s surprisingly good.
60. Carob chips. Blech. Looks like chocolate. Tastes like chalk.
61. S’mores. Every summer, but lately I’ve taken to just roasting the marshmallow golden brown, taking a piece of chocolate and just putting it inside the hot marshmallow to melt. Yum.
62. Sweetbreads.
63. Kaolin. Huh?
64. Currywurst.
65. Durian. Sounds good.
66. Frogs’ legs. No, but I would.
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake. Up here in the frozen north, the latter are called beavertails.
68. Haggis. Oh, no, no, no.
69. Fried plantain. My mother-in-law makes awesome platanos fritos, and I love tostones too!
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette. Innards that sound like bugs. Mmmm.
71. Gazpacho. Me no like it.
72. Caviar and blini. Caviar yes, several different kinds and ways. What’s with the blini part?
73. Louche absinthe. Ew.
74. Gjetost, or brunost. What’s with all the weird cheeses on this list?
75. Roadkill. Gee, I’m sorry I’ve missed this experience.
76. Baijiu. Lotta booze here too.
77. Hostess Fruit Pie. It’s hard to believe I have to say no to this.
78. Snail. Yummy, but then if you put roadkill or guts in garlic butter, I might eat that too.
79. Lapsang souchong. Interesting. But nope.
80. Bellini. Again with the booze.
81. Tom yum. Looks good.
82. Eggs Benedict. Don’t love it.
83. Pocky.
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef. I’d sure like to.
86. Hare.
87. Goulash.
88. Flowers. Only yummy ones.
89. Horse. Gee, I’d love too, but I’m just stuffed, thanks.
90. Criollo chocolate. I don’t think so.
91. Spam. When I was a kid.
92. Soft shell crab. Shellfish yummy. I’m with kashrut on the pork thing and the humane killing if you must kill stuff, but shellfish? That’s just mean.
93. Rose harissa. Ouch.
94. Catfish. Probably.
95. Mole poblano.
96. Bagel and lox. But of course!
97. Lobster Thermidor. Why does it have to be thermidored?
98. Polenta. Somehow that doesn’t seem very exotic.
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. I don’t drink coffee. Yuck.
100. Snake. I’d try it, if offered.
Hey, I’ve tried over half the stuff on this list. Pretty good for someone as picky as I am. Of course, I don’t like over half the stuff on this list.
FreckleBoy actually ate tongue this summer!!! I told him it was “meat” and since he loves meat, he ate it. He even had seconds. Then I told him it was tongue and he turned slightly green.
I guess that was mean of me, but I can’t get the kid to try ANYTHING new!!
The sad is that my mother never tried to hide what it was. She called it tongue, I just never believed she meant it. I was sure that it was about tongue the way horseradishes were about horses. Then one day I asked her what it really way and she said, “Tongue,” and I never touched it again. Slow kid.
Heh. That is really funny. I used to tell my kids we were eating monkey brains (a lot!) but they’re onto me now.
What I don’t get is if you like something and if it tastes good, who cares what it actually is?
Except maybe something like poo, I guess.
In theory, I agree with you, but in reality, the gag reflex is just too strong.