I find most of these are highly enjoyable, but admittedly I'm still working my way through the nuru nuru of okra.

As for neba neba, that's a taste I've haven't quite acquired. When someone nearby is swirling a raw egg into that fermented mash, with the up and down motion of their o-hashi, it's enough to make me nauseous.

There really ought to be a separate section at the breakfast table for those that do and those that don't.