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What food will you not eat?
salad curry cheese i do not eat
I will not eat curry and try to avoid garlic.
Avocado, raw onion.
Quote:Pineapple on Pizza
Agreed, that's an abomination.
I love curry, salad, cheese except for goat, avocado, garlic, anchovies, most offal...
Can't stand aubergines, okra, tripe.
Liver (yuck!) and anything from the sea that has a shell (allergic)
porridge 
bland but good for you
bland but good for you
Cheese ( except very mild on a pizza), it should have been banned in the Geneva Convention! Especially any that are smelly, slimy or crumbly!!!
Grapefruit, makes me want to up chuck!
Like liver, love anchovies, adore marzipan! Oh, love a good curry too.
Mmmm now I'm hungry!
Grapefruit, makes me want to up chuck!
Like liver, love anchovies, adore marzipan! Oh, love a good curry too.
Mmmm now I'm hungry!
Avocado - very allergic, Octopus and Squid - like Karen - no taste, like chewing rubber bands, Sprouts. I am unable to eat any food with iron in - i.e. Spinach, broccoli, cabbage, red meats - all of which I like and commercial food containing high quantities of flour - like bread - as all flour is fortified with iron. Have to avoid foods with high Vitamin C content most of which I love.
Tripe - the smell/look of it makes me heave.
Apple pie and tripe.
I haven't touched tripe for 59 years. We used to eat it on a regular basis as it was cheaper than chips. Then I saw it being delivered to the local tripe shop, in a small tippper, from the slaughterhouse.
They dropped it in the cobbled yard and the old girl who ran the family came out wearing her old green wellies, and kicked it across the yard into the boiler room.
Then came the boil. It stank to high heaven and permeated the whole shop where I worked, up the plug holes, under the door, through the keyholes.
It makes me gip to think about it.
I haven't touched tripe for 59 years. We used to eat it on a regular basis as it was cheaper than chips. Then I saw it being delivered to the local tripe shop, in a small tippper, from the slaughterhouse.
They dropped it in the cobbled yard and the old girl who ran the family came out wearing her old green wellies, and kicked it across the yard into the boiler room.
Then came the boil. It stank to high heaven and permeated the whole shop where I worked, up the plug holes, under the door, through the keyholes.
It makes me gip to think about it.
