Okay. for the record, I do not eat poultry. This stems back to some childhood trauma that includes a tour of the Stouffer's plant near Cleveland, tackle football on the grounds of The Big House and Alfred Hitchcock.
I do not eat mushrooms because I cannot stomach the notion of eating something that belongs in the same botanical phylum as anything that may grow between ones toes. I do not eat any cheeses beyond mozzarella and provolone (which is smoked mozzarella). The aroma of macaroni and cheese with real or fake cheddar makes my bronchial tubes close down.
I do eat all fruits except melons. I've tried to like cantaloupe and honeydew and water melon, but, with apologies, I do not enjoy them.
There is not one piece of seafood I do not like. From raw oysters on the half shell to Mrs. Paul's fish sticks, count on me to love seafood.
Every time I visit my Brooklyn friend I can count on the aroma of basil, garlic and olive oil getting stuck in my sinuses. As for Greek cuisine, I've been told by a lot of other folks that the best cooks in Greece stayed there. But a good gyro or a slice of baklava is always welcome.
Vegetables, save cooked cabbage or Brussels sprouts are great. The cabbage variety makes me a bit gassy, so my company may not be all that pleasant.
That being said, I'm off to the grocers to get a gallon of skim milk and a jar of peanut butter. You take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be in Scotland before ye. But avoid Scottish cuisine. Have you ever seen a Scottish restaurant? Of course not! The Scots invented everything useful on this planet except cuisine.
