What would you NOT eat if they paid you?

Did a foodie tour on the back of scooters in Vietnam once upon a time, the only thing I balked at was fermented eggs ….bleurgh!

Mollygo

Whelks, though for a large enough amount of money, I’d liquidise them and have a go. Snails??

Yes, the kale shake would seem like heaven on earth after that right enough. Although I would need to turn away while they were being blended. I agree the amount of money on offer is directly relative to what I could stomach.

Andouilette tried it once never again, absolutely the worst thing I've ever eaten

Fried eggs or runny boiled eggs. Yuk.

Egg white

Whelks, though for a large enough amount of money, I’d liquidise them and have a go. Snails??

Gefelta fish, had it in Israel during a festival and was forced to eat it as I was surrounded by locals who were very proud of it.

Eels and the liquor

Frogs legs or any other bits of a frog.

Anything that lives in a shell.

Tripe, brains, chitterlings.

How much money are we talking about? I’m sure if I held my nose and shut my eyes I could eat most things for a few squillion £ s

Marzipan

Chicken livers.

Fried and poached eggs. Any kind of custard, sago, rice, tapioca puddings or anything with milk. I also was never a fan of warm milk at school so I only have milk in coffees and the milk must be cold. I would add junket and jellies.

Coconut, custard, peanut butter.

Tripe and any insect. Veal because of seeing the vealers on my nanna's farm. Fish should not 'pong' if it is fresh! I eat heaps of raw fish and it doesn't smell at all. Just sayin'.

I used to love winkles (must try them again one day), but it’s a no from me for whelks - I still remember the horror of trying to chew and swallow the only one I tried and I was too polite, then, to spit the damn thing out. Eels, fat, and anything that could be described as offal would be on the list as well.

Though how much are they offering? A fiver and I’m out, a thousand and I could be persuaded….

Tongue - how could you taste something that may well be tasting you back?

MissAdventure I remember as a small child my Gran used to buy an ox tongue from the butcher. She boiled it, placed it between 2 plates and put a heavy brick on top to compress the meat. It was left like that for days. Then sliced for sandwiches. I can still remember how disgusted I felt as a curious 4 year old when I asked what it was. It was the set up with the brick that made me ask or I’d have been none the wiser ?

Garlic.
Snails !

Tripe; I ate it once as a child and I can recall the taste even now.
I cannot drink milk on its own, (years of warm school milk) and don't like it on cereal, although I use it in tea and coffee and for sauces.

All that crunching on the pavements .....

My nan called them "whilks"
Someone with a funny eye would be "One eye and a whilk".

Yes MissAdventure that’s whelks. Actually, as a child I knew them as “wulks” due to the Dundee dialect.
Baggytrazzas I could have been less graphic but snotters is the word I used as a child and still would if I saw them. I honestly can’t remember the last time I saw anyone eating them, no-one else in my immediate family liked them except my g’parents.

Oh and squid type things, with suckers on. Bleurgh!

Thanks.
I don't eat anything fishy though, that pong puts me off.
Nope.

You can stick them anywhere you like

Is it whelks that have a sort of brown "cap" on?
Shudder!
You can stick them to your face to make a beauty spot.

anything that had feathers ,raw fish ,anything thats still breathing .Im better than I used to be though ,I didn't eat apples or dairy produce or eggs cooked any other way than boiled for years .Then I became vegetarian ,because it was easier than telling folk my odd dietary issues .That lasted 12 years before I got sick of mushroom stroganoff or veggie lasagne every time we went out to eat .I.m much more "normal " now .lol

Grannydarkhair, I am digressing slightly - but snotters is a really brilliant word isn't it?

I too remember people pulling whelks from shells with pins although I didn't, and in some places in Glasgow where there were outdoor markets with stalls selling cooked whelks along with a safety pin, you could not walk a single step without crunching on empty shells that were several inche's deep.