Smoked or pickled fish (other than lox). Herring salad. Trout roe toast. Sweetbreads, hearts and brains.
Milk.
I donât mind giving a taste of a cocktail, a sample of my meal, a bite of my desert. But I just canât share my milk. Not because I am selfish with milk⌠It just skeeves me when someone puts their lips on my milk, for some reason.
I take it you donât have a babyâŚ
God No! Why would I do that!?
< thatâs a space invader, btw⌠Heh.
Sardines, Smoked fish and pickled Herring.
And Mallomars. Nobody touches my Mallomars.
I make Indian pudding every year at Thanksgiving, and yet no one else really cares for it, so I eat it all myself. If they want a different dessert, I tell them to bring what they want.
Steamed crab (or really any crab) â if you want some, you tell me beforehand and I buy your portion too. Otherwise, you donât get any crab.
Coffee. Everyone I live with hates it.
Smoked fish of any kind. Sardines. Kippers.