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When I was growing up, I made some really disgusting sandwiches from time to time: they'd have about an inch of peanut butter, then jam on one slice of bread; then mayonnaise and mustard on the other slice, then lunch meat (like bologna or something) and cheese. I'd actually eat this stuff, but most of the time I couldn't finish them, so I'd make my brother eat the rest of it. Ugh! Gag!!
When I was a teenager, Daddy had killed a rattlesnake not too awfully far from where we lived and kept the carcus in a freezer bag in our fridge until he breaded and fried it one Sunday afternoon. I was really squeamish, but Mama made me take a piece of it. It wasn't too awfully bad...... tasted like fried chicken, although much bonier.
When in Massachusetts in my Army days, during Hispanic Heritage Week at the Recreation Center, a friend gave me a dish of plantains with sliced onions. I thought they'd be sweet like bananas, but was VERY sadly mistaken and couldn't finish them.
I have to admit, those are the strangest things eaten to date; but that's about all I'll go for. Am not really adventureous when it comes to trying out new and different foods.
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