I'm knocking on the door of 60. There's three things I don't like and one I wouldn't try.
I don't like broad beans (aka fava beans), Brussels sprouts, or peas. One of the best things about being an adult is being able to say 'No, thanks'. I try them again every few years, just to check. With peas and sprouts I still hate the taste horribly. Broad beans can taste alright but have to be properly prepared and cooked and it's just easier to say no because when they're not right they're the thing I dislike the most.
The one thing I wouldn't try would be balut. The idea just makes my skin crawl for some reason.
Surely that should be 'mix tape'? I scored 17 so I anticipate living for another hundred years!
Plus also, what the fuck are you doing on my lawn, ooh innit cold, the price of stamps these days, look at how young those policemen look, fucking cloud!
Every Bonfire Night (the night we set fire to people who can afford to live in detached houses), we feast on bean cake! Beano, we cry, Beano! Get the Posh Street Kids, we cry, get Posh Street Kids!
I'm knocking on the door of 60. There's three things I don't like and one I wouldn't try.
I don't like broad beans (aka fava beans), Brussels sprouts, or peas. One of the best things about being an adult is being able to say 'No, thanks'. I try them again every few years, just to check. With peas and sprouts I still hate the taste horribly. Broad beans can taste alright but have to be properly prepared and cooked and it's just easier to say no because when they're not right they're the thing I dislike the most.
The one thing I wouldn't try would be balut. The idea just makes my skin crawl for some reason.