I was born the pickiest of eaters, but quickly dropped this trait and began to eat most anything. I've eaten goat brains. My nose is mostly to blame. For a while I doused everything I ate in Sriracha, mostly as a joke, but also because my nose can't do much to help bring on ultimate satisfaction. I wonder how much I'm missing out on; every apple with peanut butter would probably be forbidden fruit.
Ever since I ate brains, food has been slowing losing its holiness, but I continue to grip tightly.