We have had a rocky relationship. I don't like your fishy taste, Seafood. Not even shrimp. Ick. But you taunted me the other day at Smith's with your fish sticks on sale.
"You can't say you don't like seafood if you haven't had a lick of seafood in the past 10 years."
"Doesn't the smooth taste of tartar sauce sound appealing?"
Why yes, I do like tartar sauce!
"So go on, put the fish sticks in the basket."
Ok, you win. And why does my inner seafood voice sound like James Earl Jones?
So I bought a pack of breaded fillets. Well, Seafood I gave you one last chance and you blew it. Not only was I feeling green last night, was Logan. So no, Seafood. I do not like you. I tried. I really did.