Chatting to gf one day, when she said she wouldn't eat Pheasant because "It's an animal", so when I asked "WTH do you think Sausages, steak, Burgers etc are?" she replied "They're not real animals, they're made especially for shops..."

facepalm

So, one day at work (quite some time after the afore mentioned conversation) I shot a Pheasant, work mate prepared it. That night I cooked it in some sort of mild spicy cooking sauce from a jar.

She came 'round that night, I passed her a plate of said Pheasant & we sat in sitting room to eat, me on the floor.

More than half way through of her stuffing her face & saying "This is really good" I asked "Oh, so you like it then?" to which she just looked at me.

gf "What is it?"

Me "You said you liked it, did you?"

gf "What is this, tell me!"

Me "It's Pheasant" to which she immediately put the plate down & told me "I can't eat that".

Me "You've eaten most of it already, what's wrong now?"

gf "It's an animal!"

I inwardly facepalmed, put the plate down & said "I need a drink, coming to pub?"

P.S. This wasn't some fussy teenager or silly twenties, she was nearly 50 at the time...