There are not many things that either Lady Magnon, or I, won't eat. Lady M won't go near a Whelk, and I won't touch Bread and Butter pudding. Lady M also has a disgusting habit (learned in her Washington DC days) of putting both Peanut Butter and Jam onto the same piece of toast. Quite disgusting, but that's for another day
I love a plateful of Whelks. I dip them in peppered red wine vinegar, and savour their chewy, rubbery, deliciousness. I know they're not to everyone's taste, but they are to mine.
Whelks are plentiful in European waters, and should be enjoyed more than they are. They are high in protein and vitamin B12. They used to be almost a staple food in Victorian times, but these days they are mostly exported to the Far East. Britain's loss.
When Lady M is away (usually shopping in London) I treat myself to a few for lunch. Well, I can't buy a Pork Pie; can I.