This entire article is dedicated to my nephew who I have had to have these conversations with. In essence this article is talking to him without having to have another conversation.
Lime
I Loathe Being a Picky Bastard
We add some salsa to our tacos and each took a bite of our tongue taco and HOLY FUCK ARE THEY BLAND! I believe to this day that Michoacan means cooking without any spice or seasonings. Even with salsa on these things they were bland. The veal Brain was not only bland but it left a kind of gross aftertaste. Mr. Zimmern had let me down.
Chop's Guide to the Galaxy 