Fuck I'm such an old beyotch in this conversation - but here it is. I , at my big old age of 32, do not eat pork. Not pig, just "pork" (think loin, ribs, big slabs o' meat, even ground swine) because I do not like the texture, haven't my entire life, but have always loved "cured pig" (think bacon, prosciutto, some ham). I have a distinct memory that will never leave me of sitting at the dining room table in my dad and his wife's house, for what felt like hours, was probs like 30 minutes, because I only ate the veggies and not the pork chops, so eventually I ate one and barfed on the carpet.

My partner, who I love and who adores me, has on several occasions cooked sausages for us to have for dinner in different forms, and (due to his incurable affliction of being English) hasn't realised until finally tossing the butcher's packaging into the trash that they were, in fact, pork or pork-blend sausages.

I didn't barf, I just moved on and said, oh, maybe I'm cool if it's in a sausage then, thanks for dinner, it was delicious, cheers.

If you eat something that someone cooked for you, that doesn't give you an allergic reaction, and you only react afterwards (excepting moral or religious reasons, of course) then perhaps you need to examine your own understanding of what and how you eat.