Yum!
Beef, shallots and cashews with rice.
Sounds like a probable yum.
Miso soup?
Oh yum!
Sashimi?
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Yuck!
Rhubarb?
Christ is King.
More of a yuck than a yum for me, unfortunately.
Musubi?
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
I am ok with this actually. Yum.
Sweet and sour shrimps?
Yum. How much yum depends on a lot of factors, but yum in general.
Kimchi?
Probably a little closer to a yuck, unfortunately.
Pad Woon Sen?
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Yum! (The Pad Woon Sen I've had was more of a Pad Thai Woon Sen at a Thai restaurant where I live)
Shawarma?
"I am,” said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”
Yum!
Gyros?
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
It'd be a yum if only those giant skewers of meat (and questions about hygiene and the general quality of it) didn't make me wince, especially since the time I got sick after eating some. I prefer souvlaki, which is much more common in Melbourne, where I come from.
Spanakopita?
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Probably a yum.
Baklava?
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
All the yum!
Buffalo wings?
I don't like chicken wings — only chicken breast — so yuck for me.
Chicken schnitzel?
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)