As I've grown up my tastes have changed. Somewhere during the timeline of life, candy floss fell out of favour and a love of lattes came about. I can't handle too much sweet stuff and now add a sour squeeze of lemon to just about everything I eat.
I used to be a pretty fussy kid. As a grown-up I've totally turned in to an experimental eater. I'll try most things once - jellyfish, grasshoppers, chicken feet and guinea pig are some of the more unusual things I've sampled overseas.
But there have always been a handful of foods that don't float my boat. I'm one of the few people that doesn't dig avocado. And there's something about raw mushrooms that I can't swallow.
Oysters, pate and mussels are just too slimy, and the insides of animals don't really appeal. Other foods I avoid because they just don't feel nice to digest, leave me feeling sluggish or just seem to suck a little bit of the zest for life out of me.
I've always found the texture of food to turn me off more than taste. As a kid, I'd get stuck in to a bowl of creamy tripe every week. My grandma would dish up a pile of steak and kidney and whip-up home-made brawn using the meat from a pig's head.