I have broad tastes when it comes to food; there are few things I won't eat. Apart from offall, I can't think of anything that I'd flat-out refuse. There are a few things I would prefer not to eat, but if they were served up to me, I'd eat them anyway. (Maca brownies, anyone?)
Today I met my match though. Liz and I had lunch at a Japanese restaurant, Edamame, in St Lucia. I ordered the spicy squid salad, and it arrived looking and smelling delish. Which it was. Only.... it contained a small amount of calamari rings, and a lot of baby octopus. Whole baby octopus. With their freaking heads on.
|Oy! Stop staring at me!|
I tried, I really did. It wasn't the taste, or even the slightly rubbery texture. I just could not come at eating a tentacled critter with its head on.
Yes, I was a pussy about eating octopus(y).