I've had haggis in Scotland, black pudding in England, and blóðmör in Iceland. All were blood sausage, all were nasty. I don't know why I keep trying it whenever I pull out my passport. Weird.
As for icky foods I encounter much closer to home, steamed broccoli comes in first, followed by ketchup.
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I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it. ~Flannery O'Connor
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