Don't Serve Me Anything Old and Cheesy

I've been served lots of unappetizing things that simply did not please my palette. Being force fed with bitter or insincere words is unappealing presented as a crisp green salad. I would rather be underfed and malnourished than to feast on something too briny or cheesy. I won't feast on a buffet of regurgitated foods, like dill pickles offered as sour grapes... sleazy. Nothing has more stench to me than rotten food. As an example, mold spores inside blue roquefort, and don't ask me to swallow one bite of sarcasm. That would take far too much of my time and effort. I'd spit out a spoon of any soup if in it swims a fly, or if the spices were added by the hand of a hypocrite. A warm peach cobbler would make a scrumptious dish as long as inside there'd not be left on purpose... a pit.