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When I was a child, one of my least favourite things to eat would be ground beef, or beef mince as it is called over here. I hated it mixed into things . . . I hated it as meatloaf . . . and I hated it as burgers. I would do anything to avoid eating it and often could be found hiding it under my plate, or the dining room carpet, or even the heating vents (when nobody was looking).
