I guess mine are food related. I can't eat a bad cut of beef. I love my mom dearly, but the woman just does not know how to cook a steak.
When friends invite me over for steaks I insist on bringing and cooking my own meat. If it's someone I know makes crappy steaks and I can't take and cook my own, I will make an excuse to not even go.
I cringe when I see someone eating a bad cut or an improperly cooked steak, or ruining a good steak by marinating it in beer or some other crappy marinade.
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