Food choices.

I like buffet-style dinners. I really enjoy jumping from table to table peeking inside all the pots and pans. Unfortunately, there is no chance for me to do that, because buffet-style dinners scare Boyfriend. When I proudly put a plateful of thoroughly picked food at our table, something like this always happens:

"You're not going to eat the dead shrimp's brain, are you?"

"I am!"

"No, you're not! It's too gross and I'm not going to stand it."

This is the reason why I eat all these stuff while nobody is watching. Thus, nobody's feelings are offended.

P.S. Weird food I like: 

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