I did like properly steamed brussels sprouts, but it doesn’t seem to happen often.
Kale is far too bitter for me. We had a ready-to-eat Indian dish with some kale in it, and I asked him not to buy that one again.
Also, anything that can’t get past my nose, I can’t eat.
German customers at the deli laughed when I called the Tilsiter (an exceptionally strongly-scented cheese) Fußkäse [foot-cheese]. An occasional customer would chide me for saying that, telling me to try it. They thought me a wimp when I explained I couldn’t eat anything that can’t get past my nose, even when the physical impossibility was also pointed out.
