I've always liked trying new things so I don't often have to work up any nerve to try something. But a few years ago I was nervous when a friend made me a batch of chitlins to try. They were okay. I didn't love or hate them but I haven't had them since then.
My family hunted, fished and trapped so I ate all kinds of odd things growing up. Deer, squirrel, muskrat, turtle, oysters, crabs, clams, etc. When I was a little girl, I loved when my dad went clamming. When he came home, he'd open them at the sink. I would stand beside him patiently (and trying to look cute) and every so often I saw his hand coming my way. I'd open my mouth like a little birdie and he''d drop a raw clam in it. Yum! Then I'd wait for the next one.