I can top all of youse. I ate my mother's cooking until I ran away from home at the age of 16. Actually I walked because I was too weak to run. I was 68 inches tall and weighed 91 pounds, and the doctor said I only weighed that much because I was a bit big-boned.

Mom never met a recipe that she could not and did not ruin. The happiest day of her life was the day she got a microwave oven so she could ruin food faster. I would have loved any of the foods listed above, no matter how outlandish. She even tried to fry frog eggs once! It's too bad she's not alive, she could make a fortune cooking for Kirstie Allie.

TEd