I cook, sometimes well, sometimes not so well. I'm not scared to try at least and have braved some questionable tastes...
Apple slices with medium salsa--tastes like genuine vomit
spaghetti with caramel sauce--sounds good, tastes putrid
deep fried battered oreos--tastes like a warm brownie/wonderful!
and tonight, drum roll please...
sweet pickled broccoli...nasty.
I have some sort of masochistic streak in me about trying different and mostly stupid things. I view nothing ventured, nothing gained, or that what does not kill me makes me stronger (Nietzsche).