I don't eat weird things. I'm very picky about what I eat, but not in the I-care-about-my-health-and-won't-put-crap-and-chemicals-in-my-body kind of way, more in the tantrum-throwing-spoiled-toddler kind of way.

For serious. Many spoiled toddlers are better waters than I.

The first time I tried Chinese food? When I was babysitting my then-elementary-school-aged cousin, who wanted to go to a Chinese food restaurant instead of McDonald's. The seven-year-old was showing me up, so I tried the odd combinations of unlabeled meats and vegetables.

Grossest thing I've ever eaten? Cow tongue. At a friend's house. When I was in middle school. My momma taught me well; that's what they served, so that's what I ate, because that's the polite thing to do. Even though I could feel the hairs of the cow's tongue on mine as I chewed.

Grossest thing I've ever eaten according to most humans? Way-past-its-due-date candy. Never waste good candy! Even if it has turned a funny color...

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