Being part of an immigrant family, raised in Los Angeles, having once worked at an Asian fusion restaurant, and having two little brothers as well as a passel of firefighting brothers, I'm rather accustomed to food most others would consider strange. Food I didn't expect to like or at least tolerate include ceviche, haggis, octopus, eel, alligator, melon soup (I normally loathe melons), and the stuff my firefighter brothers dare each other to eat. (Meals with the firefighters, especially if we're standing by, can be an adventure. One of the ways more than a few of them de-stress is with food dares.)