Fuck me dead the smell of cooking minced beef makes me want to barf.
And don’t let me come into the kitchen if you are cooking lamb. I will paint your floor all technicolour like.
The Damn Emos are adults now, but the pregnancy aversions remain.
Just cooking meat.
Just mince and lamb.
I am retching as I type this, as MPS just took over the mince browning for the TACO SALAD OF AWESOME, lest I am too bilious to eat my body weight and that of anyone in the near vicinity of that tasty tasty goodness.
I can EAT food with mince in it, and I appreciate the adoration for our unofficial protein by others, but apply heat to that shit raw and I am outta here.
Thankfully they are the only pregnancy crazy that remain (unless you count my arse and fat belly YOU ARE WELCOME, GIRLS. I gave you my figure AND my sanity) remind me to tell you about the obsession with eucalyptus that bordered on deadly…
So, any pregnancy aversions and did they stay with you?
Do you hate the smell of cooking meat?
If you use this excuse to get out of cooking then props to me. Deal?