Even years of living in sausage-obsessive Germany has not managed to break my general dislike for stuff packed into intenstines, I view it as a small step up from the stuff normally occupying intenstines. Get a nice black pudding (gag) and some blood sausage, thanks no. Having been raised a veggie (hippie mother) I doubt I would have ever become omnivorous had those been my first encounters with meat, and I use the term 'meat' very loosely there, meaning something coming from an animal. Thank God for medium-rare steak.