The picky eater is confronted with their hated foods

I cook with a look of disgust.

I don’t like these at all. I wouldn’t even touch a picture of them or even say their name. To say I HATE them would be an understatement. If I was to rewrite the book of Leviticus, I’d replace pork with them.

Why am I cooking these? Why does their dirty smell permeate my nostrils?

Give me back my limited preferences.

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