In John T. Edge’s short story “I’m Not Leaving Until I Eat This Thing," Edge tells the reader about his experience with pig lips. In the essay, he interviews the producer of the local pig lips, Lionel Dufour. Edge learns how the pig lips are produced and sold. He also learns about Dufour’s family and how he came to producing the unusual product. Then Edge proceeds to tell about his first time eating pig lips. He covered them in potato chip crumbs and took a bite. Edge then says they weren’t as bad as he thought they would be. Then he sees pig feet in a jar by the cash register. My reaction to Edge’s description of how the pig lips looked and how they tasted was complete disgust. He said there was pink juice oozing out of the lips, this alone almost made me throw up. Then he says it looked like candy! That, in my opinion, is something no one should eat. When Edge says they tasted like flaccid cracklin’ porcine, all the tiny thoughts I had about actually trying the lips were gone. That description was too much for me to handle. There are a lot of things you can eat, but pig lips should not be on that list. I have had multiple experiences where I have tried a food when I thought it would be disgusting. When I was seven or eight, I thought olives were the worst thing ever. My mom kept trying to get me to try just one olive but I wouldn’t do it. I was very fond of my Gamecube back then and I liked to play it after dinner. One night, with the meal my family was eating, we had olives as a topping for a salad. They were black olives as a matter of fact, and they didn’t look appetizing at all. To me they looked like little black pellets that were produced by a small animal. After we were finished eating, I asked if I could go play my game. My Mom's response was that I couldn’t play it until I had tried a black olive. I was faced with a difficult situation. I could either, go on with that night not playing my Gamecube, or I c