Mussels.
I was introduced to the joys of Mussels while visiting a colleague in Caen in 2003. Previously I hadn't purposefully avoided them, I just hadn't tried them.

After that, I would have them any chance I could. Now, I should also point out that I tend to get very nervous in social situations - it's an anxiety thing. I like the situation itself, but I just find I can't eat, or if I do, I feel a bit squiffy.

Mussels were something new. I found I could eat those at any time they were so nice. Fancy going to a restaurant, Kourosism? Yes! I'll have mussels!

Fast forward to Christmas 2005, and I'm eating mussels. But there is one that isn't fully opened. It's partially open, so it must be OK.

Wrong.

I have never been so ill. Sadly I was stuck in Norwich at the time, and had to get a train back home to Southampton-ish. Spent most of it in the loo. I even had to slide my ticket under the door to the inspector.

Now I can't touch the things. If I go anywhere and smell them, I get all squiffy again. I tried to stick them in a seafood pasta dish a few months back, and got all ill again. Throwing up all night. Nice.

Other than that and the nerves thing, I quite like my food. Odd that.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Sun 4 Mar 2007, 12:13, Reply)