Big Daddy was always an adventurous eater, whereas my family and I were run-of-the mill eaters. Big Daddy would try things at restaurants that I would never dream of putting in my mouth! I, on the other hand, would find one dish I liked and order the same thing every time. After we got married, I would impulse-buy little interesting tidbits for him at the grocery store (like alligator and stuff). And I was always experimenting with our gourmet cookbooks; some of the meals were disgusting, but some were really good.
I guess Big Daddy has lost some of that adventurous culinary attitude in the past few years, because he was less than impressed when I came home with these:
Those would be frog legs. And they looked like someone had cut a very little person in half at the waist. There were even little toes *shudder*! But, because he loves me, he reluctantly breaded and fried them up. Let me just tell you, I have never smelled anything quite so objectionable! And I live near cows and horses!
I, of course, refused to taste them, but Big Daddy tried them. He said they tasted like a chicken wrapped in a fish. The spectre of a frog was with him the entire time he tried to eat them. We ended up throwing them out and spraying copious amounts of Oust around the house.
And, thus ends the era of adventurous eating.