Now listen here.
I’m not one to poo-poo the likes and dislikes of others — although the favor is not often returned, if you know what I mean. Case in point: my love for the Browns and dislike of the Ohio State Buckeyes. People give me grief about it alla time. Do I give other people the evil eye because they like the St*****s or the Vikings? No. To each his/her own, and I’m happy that the world is a diverse playground. After all, if there were no Pittsburgh team, to whom would the Browns customarily lose in historic rivalry games? I mean, come on.
HOWEVER…
There is something that is so baffling to me — so utterly incomprehensible on a positively cellular level — there are almost no words for it.
Almost.
I speak about caviar. Fish ovum, scooped out of the sturgeon’s girly parts. *blink*

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They also do it to salmon:

I’m sure there are Finkites who will say, “Hey, I like caviar,” or “Your taste is archaic,” or “Just like coffee, it’s an acquired taste.” That’s all fine. I mean, people in, say, India, might think that anyone who eats marshmallow creme (Yay for Fluff!) is a couple of rupees short. I don’t mind. But I still can’t process the caviar thing. Same goes for bird soup (although I eat chicken soup — I guess it’s the visible beaks in the broth that trip the creepy meter) and chicken heads.
I should probably be a vegetarian, but I think that actually liking vegetables is a prerequisite. Snap.
Hey, speaking of food…Mavis and Hannah are coming over today for some dandy Christmas baking fun. There’s something I can wrap my taste buds around! Then Kay and I are going to see Jim Carrey’s A Christmas Carol. Has anyone seen it yet?
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First of all, belated CONGRATS on getting the paper done, graded, and passed!! Woo-hoo!! Now PLEASE enjoy yourself in all your spare time (at least for 5 minutes, ok??). I’m with you on the eggs-on-a-cracker thing… blech. And speaking of sports teams, the Cavs were once again on the big screen at Chamberlain’s this past Friday night. I was thinking how dandy it would be to have y’all sitting at the piano eating a big juicy steak & watching the Cavs as I serenade you with my rendition of Black Eyed Peas, “My Humps” or “My Milkshake Brings All The… Read more »
My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard?? HAAA
I love you!
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I would first like to say that the loyalties to pro sports are merely from those that root for laundry. College sports are about passion, professional sports are about money. I like the Browns, but there’s something about the fanatacism of college sports. At any rate, caviar is vile. I ate it once on a cruise. It tastes like little eyeballs covered in a sauce derived from robatussin.
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Hey friend – I know a lot of people a lot older and who’ve followed professional sports for a long time who’d argue with part of your comments. The part I take issue with is “rooting for laundry,” but not how you might think. Loyalty to a team (even a professional one) transcends individuals, so the “rooting for laundry” in that sense is a loyalty to a locale, a tradition, a sports institution. Players come and go, but I’ll always be a Browns fan. Let the post-adolescents have their wild and crazy college games, and God bless their grown-up fans.… Read more »
I’m with you on the caviar. Tried it once, and it will never happen again. It tasted gaggilly awful. Why would I pay that much money for something that is so repulsive?
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I know, right? Just looking at it makes me yarky.
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Heres some vegetarian caviar.
http://www.cavi-art.dk/Default.asp?ID=39
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