I remember my Uncle, who will eat anything, offered me a peanut-butter and cheese sandwich. It was a dubliner cheese, if I'm not mistaken, which I'm not entirely fond of, although lately my now budding pallete is beginning to appreciate even stranger cheeses. Anyway, I'm not big on the peanut butter-cheese combo and he was very shocked by my refusal to eat an entire sandwich (I gave it a try and was sure I didn't want one).
I do get a bit of my food-adventuring trait from him, but he really is out there sometimes. I still don't know how anyone can eat Natto, let alone eat Natto for breakfast. What a way to start the day
Jam it back in, in the dark.