What we (don't) eat...

There are some things I will just not eat. Some because I don't like the taste...but others because I don't like the idea of the food.
I won't eat mushrooms, for example, no matter how much the stores try to make them appealing. When I buy a prepared (i.e. frozen) dinner and there are 'shrooms on top, I refer to it being infested with them.

I won't eat shellfish.
I know, I know, I don't know what I am missing! But I do. I usually tell people I have a severe allergy to shellfish to avoid the lectures about how good clams and crab and lobster and company are. I say the first person who ate a clam or an oyster had already eaten all of the sand on the beach and was still hungry.

And...drum roll...I won't eat kitty stew. Though there's one celebrity chef with his own TV show in Italy who claims it is divine.

"Cat, soaked for three days in the running water of a stream" in Tuscany "comes out with its meat white, and I assure you — I have eaten it many times — that it is a delicacy..."

...he said, much to the chagrin of his co-host.

I don't eat dog either. Or horse. I think that's it. No, wait! No lima beans either.

[BTW: No, that's not cat in the photo above. It's a delicious roast my late Aunt Eileen sent for Christmas last year. And thanks to J.C. for pointing me to the kitty stew story!]