Open Your Mouth, and Close Your Eyes

I hated being told that as a kid when an adult was trying to get me to eat something or take medication. If it tastes good, I don't have to be coerced, bribed, tricked, or forced. Fortunately, my tastes are varied. There's a few things I prefer to keep my taste buds sheltered from, but for the most part, I'll try it once. If I didn't like it the first time, I may let several thousand hours pass before trying again. One such product that I did not enjoy as a kid, was headcheese. My grandfather would buy it, sit and eat it for lunch or a snack and thoroughly gross me out. I tried in once, at about the age of sixteen, and haven't had the courage to do it again... until maybe now. The stuff he bought was packaged by Oscar Meyer? and probably consisted of over processed scraps of mystery meat they had lying around. If I were to try it again, it would have to be homemade, possibly by me. Just the name alone, makes most folks ralph a little. Why couldn't they think of a more pleasing name? Terrible marketing skills. Since I am old enough now to drink, I can always chase it with alcohol. Meat served cold, always tastes better with beer anyway. So we'll see if I can muster up some courage (real or liquid) and venture to try it again. By the way, closing your eyes really does nothing to change the taste.