Apr 12, 18, 11:42 PM
Black licorice, 99 percent of those nasty, cheap-wine/whiskey-drenched fruitcakes them old ladies make, possum and some damned squid stuff I was forced to eat while it was still moving.
I detest most organ means (I love me some chitlins), but brains, hearts, gizzards, kidneys and the dreaded liver-and-onions — which was a Wednesday weekly staple growing up — are all infinitely preferable to my above list. Even fries weren't that bad tasting,...