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As a pre-teen, I was perhaps the pickiest eater on the planet. If it wasn't recognizable meat (with absolutely NO gravy to hide what might be lurking under it,) I wouldn't eat it. Forget veggies entirely unless it was corn or french fries. In a Chinese restaurant, I even refused to eat the contents of egg rolls. I'd only eat the wrappers, spare ribs, roast pork, and white rice. I've come a Loooong way, baby!
BBQ'd rat-on-a-stick, anyone?
Stitchawl
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