On a related note....
BEANO(TM) works!
I'm one of those females who isn't squeamish when it comes to the ingestion of comestibles which others of my gender are prone to eschew (not "chew"..."ESchew"

) Ergo, I, more than most females, may often dine on foods that are, shall we say, "volatile" in the flatulent sense, hence the BEANO.
My dad and grandfather instilled in me the concept that until you've actually tried certain foods, or different preparations thereof, you ought not to turn your nose up at them. I'm the better for having followed that scheme in that I have experienced, and for the most part enjoyed, some edibles that most, men and women alike, would run away from...screaming at the sight, aroma, or just the knowledge of the ingredient(s).
From 13-day-old duck eggs, (thanks to some Vietnamese friends,) to Mountain Oysters, to all manner of Sushi, Sashimi, and the like, to calf brains scrambled with eggs, and some even more exotic dishes, I've eaten and (mostly) enjoyed them all, tho' some required more than one effort or means of preparation in order to "acquire a taste."
I have stood on the deck of a boat, eating just-harvested oysters right from the shell; requested seconds of ceviche made from fish, shellfish, lobster, etc.; savored the sauteed-'til-pink 'n juicy inside-liver of a young deer while huddled over a campfire.
I've eaten whale meat and blubber (not too fond of blubber:(), I'm afraid it might "adhere"

); seal meat; so well as venison sourced from deer, elk, caribou (baaaack to Old Virginnyyyy...sorry.) and Bullwinkle T. Moose. Armadillo, 'possum, squirrel (Mmmmm!) and wabbit (See: Fudd, E.) have made the journey into my boiler room and been much enjoyed, as have duck, dove, quail, wild turkey, grouse, partridge, snipe, and sandhill crane.
Snapping turtle, so well as softshell turtle, is a delight, though that's been pretty much rare in my gustatory adventures.
Oh, and Kangaroo (NOT "Kangan-roo"!) is nice too.
I think I'm the better for heeding my elders' advice.
Fun factoid: When I first met BigGuy, introduced by the original FUBG (now WOBG) it was at a seafood restaurant here in San Antonio. I ordered raw oysters as an appetizer. Some weeks later, as I daintily wiped my chin after the first time WOBG allowed me the privilege of orally harvesting BG's semen, he said, "Yoli, I knew when I watched you eat those oysters that you were not a 'Spit' girl."
The message is: Be open to anything that isn't harmful to self or others.
More Kawwwwwfeeeeeee! (and a sausage biscuit!)
Yoli
(I don't feel so good...

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