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Hey, It's Not So Bad

There are certain foods from my childhood that I remember in a less than favorable light. As such, I have avoided the like the plague since.

Then at dinner at a friends house, Brussels sprouts were served. To be polite I put a couple on my plate. They were pretty good. I went back for seconds.

Recently, while making DW a liverwurst sandwich I tied a bit "just to see if it was as bad as I remember." It wasn't. It wasn't great, but it wasn't that bad either.

O.K., Spam is still just as bad I remember.

So, what have you thought you hated, but due to changing taste, better preparation, or something else, now say,"Hey, that wasn't so bad."?

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  1. Timely post. Just last week I working on a Caesar salad at a seafood restaurant, and I waved an anchovy at my husband. He responded with his usual "Oh I hate those." I sliced up a few salty bits and strongarmed* him into eating them. And magically, the years of dislike melted away. Now he wants to re-try the classic anchovy pizza. :)

    (*"Strongarmed": before anyone protests about peeps being forced to eat things, this is my husband, this is how we work together, and we're very cool with it. Relax.)

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    1. re: DuchessNukem

      Roast and peel a couple of sweet red peppers and lay them on a plate
      Drape a few of those anchovies over the top.
      Drizzle the whole thing with a good olive oil.

      I predict a "discussion" over who gets to finish it!

      1. re: sunshine842

        wow, sounds delicious. i've been wondering how to doctor up roasted red peppers.

        1. re: fara

          I'm one of those who doesn't need to do anything to them -- I have a hard enough time having enough for the recipe I'm working on after I've done sneaking a bite!

          1. re: sunshine842

            haha they pretty much never make it past the IC Chairman "eat it like an apple" stage at my house

        2. re: sunshine842

          I'd be wrestling whoever was reaching in for the last of it!

      2. About every 5 - 7 years I'll try the few dislikes left from childhood. Sometimes I now like them, sometimes not.

        I had a horrendous "pea" experience as a child. I have had a few "it's not bad" moments with them when served at a friends. But I still have such a big mental blocK that I won't seek them out.

        1. As a child I hated raisins because I thought of bugs every time I saw one. I remember encountering cookies I thought must be choc. chippers, only to find they were raisin cookies. Boy, was I disappointed. If I encounter a raisin today, I will eat it and say to myself, that's not so bad. But I still don't really like them, and almost never cook with them.

          Other stuff: summer squash--surprisingly good when not cooked and mashed to resemble something someone threw up; hominy--tolerable in Posole, but really not interesting at all in anything else I know of; canned peas--wrong in many ways, although I am fine with frozen.

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          1. re: sueatmo

            EXACTLY my story re: raisins. I can, and do, eat them now, but not enthusiastically, and I still have to consciously fight the "dead fly dead fly dead fly" thoughts as I do.

            The main food that I have gone from ahting to loving so much sometimes I think I could live on it is shrimp/prawns. I haaated them as a kid (although not sure I ever *tried* them, my parents often tried to push them on me in restaurants and since we never had them at home, I got it into my head that shrimp was something exotic and weird and to be avoided), tried them when I was about 14 and have loved them ever since. I can eat a whole plate of shrimp and nothing else I love them so much.

            1. re: montrealeater

              EXACTLY my story re: raisins. I can, and do, eat them now, but not enthusiastically, and I still have to consciously fight the "dead fly dead fly dead fly" thoughts as I do

              Yes! I understand totally.

              I always liked shrimp though.

              1. re: sueatmo

                Rabbit turds. Not helped by the fact that my father referred to my pet rabbit's droppings as raisins. But basically I just found them too earthy/tannic tasting and still do. However, I have always loved golden raisins (a.k.a. sultana).

                1. re: greygarious

                  I feel so guilty. I told my then young DD that raisins were rabbit droppings once, as a joke of course, but she would not touch them for years and years after. my bad.

              2. re: montrealeater

                All these years thought I was a freak -- for thinking raisins = flies' bodies -- thank you, thank you all!! Still won't touch them...

                1. re: Sarah

                  Honestly, I thought I was the only one too.

                  1. re: sueatmo

                    add me too the list. years ago, i swapped out chopped chocolate for the raisins in an oatmeal scone recipe.

                    hey, they're both brown...

                  2. re: Sarah

                    I always thought raisins looked a lot like ticks- but I stil llike raisins.

                  3. re: montrealeater

                    Dead flies? No, no, they were big black ant segments!

                  4. re: sueatmo

                    Your feelings about raisins are similar to mine about dates - I love them, but have such a hard time eating the whole ones because I think that they look like dead cockroaches.

                    1. re: jw615

                      Okay, I thought I was the only one who thought dates looked like roaches! But now I love them--especially stuffed with a walnut, rolled in sugar, and added to my fruitcake.

                      1. re: jw615

                        LOL! My sister can't eat them for the same reason. Which is ironic becaues my grandfather's favorite, and long-time family tradition is date-nut cookies. Delicious!

                      2. re: sueatmo

                        When I was little, my brother told me the dead flies on the window sill were raisins and I ate them. I was to young to remember (but, of course, families love to tell these kinds of stories). Luckily it didn't affect my enjoyment of raisins.

                      3. Ive actually been finding that most things i disliked as a kid I really like now. the problem was often not that what I liked was bad, but the times I had it, it was prepared very poorly. brussel sprouts, spinach, broccoli, salmon burgers, sweet potato casserole, pork chops, and several others are all on this list.

                        my mom used to have a problem with severely overcooking vegetables and (still) is bad about overcooking meats. Led to several of these aversions that I have discovered are almost ALL misguided. moral of the story: cook your food correctly! it tastes better!

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                            1. re: mattstolz

                              I always thought steak was horrible until I had it med rare in my mid 20's. My mom was a fan of shoe leather.

                                1. re: mattstolz

                                  Spinach and broccoli for me! I still think raw broccoli is gross, but damn, super garlicky spinach or creamed spinach or spinach and artichoke dip is a far, far cry from the frozen stuff my mom used to heat up and serve as-is. Broccoli I don't think I even tried; my brothers and I had a strong, strong aversion to things that were both green and cooked, and let's be real, the smell can be challenging for a picky eater. The texture also squicked me out--it seemed...vaguely cancerous. I finally started eating (cooked) broccoli when I ordered some highly-recommended dish from a food truck in college. I was very dismayed to open my styrofoam tray and find that the primary vegetable was broccoli. I started with a stem and was incredibly pleased to find out that whatever magic alchemical mix of sriracha and other hot sauces were in the "spicy chicken" made broccoli not just tolerable but WONDERFUL. That's still pretty much the only way I eat broccoli--stir fried, with sriracha and soy sauce. (And I get to feel virtuous for eating cruciferous vegetables. Cauliflower is still too smelly.)

                                  1. re: dashrashi

                                    Try that cauliflower braised - put some olive oil in a large pan and brown the cauliflower, then add some chicken stock, S&P and put lid on it, let it cook for 20-25 minutes, add a Tbsp of capers, cook it uncovered for a few minutes to dry up most of the stock, put it in a large bowl, add some roasted fresh bread crumbs (or panko) and serve it. One of my favorites!

                                    1. re: dashrashi

                                      cauliflower isnt smelly when nicely roasted! its crunchy and a little charred and delicious

                                  2. Fried or any kind of oysters. I got sick on them @ age 5 and didn't eat them for 50 years. I am so very glad I tried them again, under the premise that I loved all other seafood and clams & scallops. Have made up for lost time in the ensuing 17 years. Absolutely love them on the halfshell and we have an oyster house nearby that has about 15 different varieties that way on any given day.
                                    However, butternut squash shall never pass these lips again. Spent too many nights at the dinner table til bedtime not eating them because I gagged.

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                                    1. re: Nanzi

                                      Getting sick on something in childhood will do it for you. They gave me cod liver oil in pineapple juice. Guess what happened. That was in about 1938, and I still don't drink pineapple juice.

                                      1. re: Querencia

                                        I used to LOVE egg drop soup, -- until I succumbed to a bout of food poisoning just after finishing a bowl of the stuff...while recovering from a dry socket after having my wisdom teeth removed. (yeah...I felt awful for *days*)

                                        It wasn't the soup that did it -- it just was bad timing -- but the two are now irrevocably linked in my mind, and I couldn't eat the one bowl of egg-drop soup that I tried years later.

                                    2. Al, keep an eye out for Schaller & Weber Gold Medal liver pate, made in Queens. When I was a kid growing up on Long Island, it was called liverwurst, not pate, and was my go-to sandwich.
                                      I've lived near Boston for the last 35+ years and several years ago, happened upon it at a supermarket. I was overjoyed. It is good as ever, the only diff being it's no longer in a natural casing. It is to Kahn's or Jones Farm or Deutschmacher what croissants are to Wonder bread. My favorite versions are the Gold Medal and the Goose Liver. It comes in an 8 oz tube for under $4 and is so rich that I get 6 sandwiches from a tube.
                                      It's also available online.

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                                      1. re: greygarious

                                        when i was growing up, my mother insisted on mother goose liverwurst. haven't had it in years; don't know if its available in the boston area. but since you've jogged my sense memory, so next shopping trip i'll take a look.

                                        1. re: wonderwoman

                                          In Chicago we have just a few outlets that sell Neuske's liverwurst aka liver pate' aka braunschweiger. This is the best I have ever tasted. I googled it just now and see that Neuske's a) originates in Wisconsin and b) it can be ordered by mail. Not goose I'm sure but really really good. Elegant.

                                      2. Asparagus, winter squash, and zucchini. Mom was a pretty good cook, but back in the 50's and 60's people did tend to overcook these veggies. Nowadays, they're favorites. I also wouldn't eat raw fish when I was a kid. Love it now.

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                                        1. re: PAO

                                          Mom was a pretty good cook, but back in the 50's and 60's people did tend to overcook these veggies.

                                          Exactly! DW's Mom used to do the same thing, and as a result DW says she doesn't like many vegetables. But when I cook them she sometimes even goes for seconds.

                                          It didn't help that most of the "out of season" vegetables were canned. Even today, there are some canned veg I can't stand, with peas and asparagus at the top of the list. For some reason, greyish-green and mushy are not appealing to me. Thankfully peas can be found in the freezer case year around and even asparagus in available fresh most of the year...if you are wiling to pay for it.

                                          Even today, you can be taught to overcook vegetables. If you click on the cooking chart here http://www.four-h.purdue.edu/foods/Co... you will note that it tells you to nuke asparagus for 7 - 12 minutes!!! I never nuke a pound of asparagus more than 3 and it comes out fresh, hot and bright green. And 5 - 7 minutes for peas!!?? Not in my house!

                                        2. Beets! Could not believe someone would eat them when I was a kid. I have since learned better. Same goes for menudo (tripe soup).

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                                          1. re: gilintx

                                            In the neighborhood I grew up in you could smell the stench of menudo every Saturday and Sunday, I hated it. Now I love and crave the stuff, make it at home regularly.

                                            1. Fish. The house just smelled so bad when my mother fried fish which was the only way she cooked it. It was always slightly burned. Refused to eat it.

                                              Carrots. I think my taste buds just changed because what I loathed before I love now. For no particular reason. Still hate raw carrots though. Too coppery tasting.

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                                              1. re: boppiecat

                                                a LOT of people come around to eating fish when they try it properly cooked, rather than fried to oblivion and stinky.

                                              2. parsnips, brussels sprouts

                                                1. Eggs. I would eat them as an ingredient (French Toast, Custard, etc) and I would eat Scrambled Eggs (at first only with ketchup, but later mixed with meat and cheese and such and as Omelets ), but as a kid I would NOT eat eggs fried, poached, deviled, whatever. Fast forward to a couple of years ago, my wife and I were trying to adjust to a low carb diet due to my recently discovered Diabetes. Being the family cook, I was attempting to bring some variety to our breakfast and decided to make Eggs Benedict, more to make my wife happy than any wish to eat them myself. When I sat down to eat I steeled myself for that first bite. As I chewed it I thought, "That's not too bad." when I took the second bite I thought, "HEY! I actually LIKE this!". Now I eat eggs all the time.

                                                  1. black pepper. this, granted, changed quite some years ago, but up until i want to say college age, i was really against anything spicy. even a bit of black pepper in something was detectable by my buds. i'm not sure of the exact moment, but over time, i grew to like it more and more after seeing how it balanced flavors. i don't like chomping into a ripe piece, but i wouldn't dream of cooking without it or using it to finish many plates.
                                                    --funny side note: was teaching a neighbor how to make spaghetti and meatballs for her kids... i required the inclusion of at least a bit of black pepper and salt (which she limited as well). i barely got a dash--and i mean a *dash*-- into the bowl, and she cried, "okay enough!" i rolled my eyes at her, and let it go. best meatballs she's ever eaten, but as a cute joke, she tried one and said, "oh no, too peppery."

                                                    parsley: didn't like green things on my plate as a kid... when i started cooking for myself and others though, parsley and i have made our peace when cooked into dishes. i'm still not wild about it as a garnish on my personal plate though.

                                                    i re-try most of my dislikes yearly. these remain: bananas, watermelon, oranges, bell peppers, mango, papaya, salmon (in any form other than my personal croquettes), ginger

                                                    1. Something else that came to mind...hot sauce. Tabasco in particular. Mom had a bottle of it in the cupboard. The only time it came out was to put a couple of drops of it on the tongue of a child who was "sassing back" or got caught in a lie. I never realized you could actually put on food and eat it.

                                                      Today there are at least five different hot sauces in my cupboard. I "sass back" as often as I can.

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                                                      1. re: al b. darned

                                                        I find this method of punishing a child deeply disturbing.

                                                      2. I think I'm over most of my childhood aversions. Like Emme and meatn3, I try foods I dislike every once in a while to see if my tastes have changed. Most foods I absolutely hated (bananas, mayo) I can tolerate now, but still don't love. There are some foods that I didn't like until I had them prepared correctly -- many vegetables (which my mom would just boil with no seasoning) and steak among them. Ugh, I still remember that London Broil -- grey and chewy with giant tendons running through it.

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                                                        1. re: Pia

                                                          That's too bad on the London Broil -- grilled to medium rare, it can be lovely.

                                                          1. re: Pia

                                                            my parents used to make London Broil- with flank steak that had garlic butter rubbed on cold, grilled to the medium side of medium rare, sliced very thinly, it was just wonderful. It's a terible shame what passes for London Broil these days.

                                                          2. Baked beans
                                                            Gravy of any type.
                                                            Salad dressing of any type

                                                            1. The list would be too long. Most vegetables, most condiments, most cheeses, anything pickled, many meats and dairy. I think for me, it was the fact that my mother was not a good cook and my experience with, say, peas, changed when I wasn't served them boiled straight out of the can, but picked fresh and simply cooked. Today, there are few things that I don't like. The only things that remain intolerable (to me) are pickles and mustard. Just about everything else I've re-tasted as an adult I've discovered I like. This is why we have the two-bite rule in our kitchen (and that's for kids and adults alike).

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                                                              1. re: gardencook

                                                                My mother was considered a good cook for her era. But she did overcook vegetables terribly and she also really loved mayonnaise to the point where she overused it and grossed me out with it.

                                                                I learned how to cook veg in my high school home economics class. It was a real eye opener.

                                                                Flash forward: I also had a taste it policy for my son. I told him that I wouldn't ask him to try anything that I thought he wouldn't like, and that he didn't have to eat more if he didn't like it. He is now a very adventurous eater.

                                                              2. my mother tried to make healthy food, and with the exception of asian food from a restaurant, that is what we ate. however she had limited time and still has limited patience. i had aversions to many cooked vegetables probably because they weren't cooked well/enough: mushrooms, onions, peppers, carrots, as well as baked fish,scallops. also pb and j, grilled cheese and scrambled eggs.

                                                                1. Thanks again, Al b. darned, for putting up this thread.

                                                                  I appreciate the positive tone as well. It is a revelation to eat 'dislikes' or often as well, 'binge and get sick' foods from childhood cooked differently and well as an adult and find that all of your fears and upset over how it tasted can change. Blessings on good cooks and their backgrounds with different cooking foodways and traditions to turn us all from hater's to lover's of some ingredient.

                                                                  I must say, I find this thread much more pleasant than the one for all those who are rejoicing in chicken a la king' etc. on the childhood memories board. I go back to some of those tastes, and if I really made it the same today, it is aweful!

                                                                  My family had the good fortune to travel alot when I was young, not that we had any money, but my dad's company sent him to Europe every couple years for an extended trip and the donor's ( a non-profit) sometimes chipped in so the family could go with him so he would'nt be alone for 2 months driving all over.... I was such a lucky child!). By the time I was 10 I had decided that food was it for me, I was going to be the next Julia Child... But, of course, travelling in Europe brings you to foods that you would not have even come across at the age of 10, well, most commonly, in Seattle WA in 1972, or '78, or?

                                                                  I was awfully precocious I guess; subcribing to Bon Appetit at 12. Man, I have to tell you, I thought I was the QUEEN of knowing ordering octopus in Laussaune, SW in 72. Well, it got there, in some green sauce, and I balked and freaked out - while some lovely people who were helping dad with a campaign against something bad in Africa and Asia had hosted us for lunch on a terrace over Lake Geneva...

                                                                  Long story short. Dad kicked me under the table after seeing my expression, and said in a low aside hiss; '("You ordered it, you eat it"). Will never forget that day. I wanted to hate it. I remember now that I didn't like the texture, but it was good. Mostly I was so fascinated that such dishes wer possible.

                                                                  Today, I love squid, calamari, Octo, in most forms. Just have to learn to love, and experience dishes and flavors - and sometimes - TEXTURE - to find your way around lovely food.

                                                                  Thanks for reviving the memory. Dad and I still remember this day with laughter.

                                                                  He was nice enough to trade me his lunch halfway through, and knew exactly how far at that age I had got ahead of myself. Thanks Dad!

                                                                  Thanks Al b.D.!

                                                                  P.S., my worst food memory from my youth is eating too much fudge hiding behind an upright piano in the church hall during 'pioneer girl' awards banquet. Some kind of christian version of campfire girls. I was in rebelllion, and my friend Jill Schlikke (not made up!) and I hid behind the piano gossiping and avoinding everyone during the dessert banquet. Well, the desserts were next to the piano with the fudge on the end.

                                                                  14 pieces and a day later, I was home sick as a dog. I am sure I actually caught some kind of stomach flue from someone there, but it was stuck in my heart and mind to the fudge. Throwing up like you can't believe. All the bad evidence on the other end. 3 days of torture.

                                                                  Suffice it to say... I couldn't here the word 'fudge' spoken aloud without getting physically ill again (totally phsyc response!) till I was, I think 30?.

                                                                  I may make fudge this year, and put down the battle. I love adulthood - it is both more open, and more closed than childhood, so it's fun when the 'open' part brings back freedom, and fudge!

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                                                                  1. re: gingershelley

                                                                    gingershelley... we sound like kindred sprits. For my 10th birthday, my mom and step-dad asked me where I wanted to go out for my birthday dinner. I was sure to consult the "restaurant guide" section of Philadelphia Magazine, before I settled on a French restaurant: Deux Cheminees... my step-dad was taken aback and asked me if I was sure... so I said, "either that or maybe Benihana?" (because I thought how cool it would have been to sit at the teppanyaki table)
                                                                    we wound up at Deux Chiminees... I was hooked (and I was a fan of Chef Blank for life after that because he came to the table to wish me a happy birthday!)

                                                                    1. re: cgarner

                                                                      Cgarner, do you remember what you ordered at our big 10th French birthday?

                                                                      1. re: gingershelley

                                                                        it was 1981 (I just gave away my age) and I had escargot as an appetizer (because I thought thats what you eat at a French restaurant) and duck
                                                                        Mom was so worried that I wouldn't eat the escargot... it was in a cream sauce over a puff pastry and it was delicious (and I'd been disappointed with nearly every other escargot dish after that)
                                                                        I had expected mom's "duck ala orange" or something similar but it had a wine sauce, maybe with sour cherries... don't remember, but it was also delicous and perfectly cooked.
                                                                        there was some kind of 'fancy' cake for dessert, probably a genoise of some kind it had chocolate, which made me happy

                                                                        1. re: cgarner

                                                                          C'mon, 1981 makes you a total spring chicken. I was pretty close to legal drinking age. I think escargot in a puff pastry might be the only way I'd eat it.

                                                                          1. re: cgarner

                                                                            Thanks for sharing - I love that you remember what you ate - your meal at that first fancy French place. That sounds pretty delicious!

                                                                            I am glad that your snails came in cream and a (probably) vol-au-vent. I love snail BUTTER but don't really like the chewy snails still. I try for JF's sake when we are in france and it is in season, but really, there is so much else to eat that I LOVE - why keep trying?
                                                                            Great memory:)

                                                                    2. I never really hate vegetables like many kids, but I preferred meats over vegetables. Now, I have a greater appreciation for vegetables in general.

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                                                                      1. re: Chemicalkinetics

                                                                        I wonder if sometimes adults expecting kids to hate vegetables sometimes sends a message to them that it's okay not to like them and it's not expected that they like them (so they don't need to eat them). Did they hear too often as a child that kids don't typically like [insert name of food], so they got turned off? I know I was considered a "normal" picky kid in the 70's.

                                                                        1. re: gardencook

                                                                          I wasn't too picky at all. Now, my younger brother who was 2 years younger than me was -- and still is. Who knows why since we were raised by the same parents.

                                                                          If there was a plate of vegetable, then I would eat it. If there was a plate of meat, then I would eat it. However, if there were a plate of vegetable and a plate of meat, then I would choose the meat. In my case, I remember clearly that I am perfectly fine with the vegetable taste, but I found them require too much chewing. As I grew older, I don't mind that anymore. I wonder if that is just because I have stronger jaw and teeth than before.

                                                                          I think I know what you mean. That is, we the adults, send the children message that vegetables do not taste good. Either telling them that it is okay not to like them or telling them that they have to eat the veggies even if they hate them.

                                                                      2. Every year for Mother's day, we would fry chicken and chicken livers for my grandmother. Every year I tried them and really wanted to like them. They looked like little golden brown pillows of love and smelled even better but when I put one in my mouth and chewed, it was all I could do to make it go down. I can't remember the year that my relationship with those livers changed but we are fast friends these days.

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                                                                        1. re: Ikkeikea

                                                                          LOL @ "little golden brown pillows of love..." I so want to try chicken livers, and paté, but I have this psychological obstacle that has nothing to do with the livers themselves: in my local grocery store they are stocked away from all the "regular" chicken parts, off on their own next to the chitterlings and who knows what else that I never think about buying---very often when I'm passing by I'll notice the "manager's special" sticker on the chicken liver packages. And so I worry about the freshness, if they have such poor turnover around here. (At the same store I recently almost bought Hebrew National hot dogs that were three months past expiration; checking the package date is a reflex for me, but I still can't get over that weird fear of the livers not being fresh.)

                                                                          1. re: LauraK42

                                                                            Ask your grocery. Most places have chicken livers frozen and just put out a few packs at a time. They aren't a big seller, but they won't sell if they aren't on display. Most likely they will be more than happy to get a frozen pack for you!

                                                                            1. re: meatn3

                                                                              Ohh, I didn't know that. That does encourage me to try, thanks.

                                                                            2. re: LauraK42

                                                                              i saute sweet onions in sweet butter. Throw in the chicken livers and cook them too. Salt. Put in a bit of thyme of you are so inclined. Deglaze with dry sherry. Puree the whole mess in the food processor with a bunch more butter. Salt and pepper to taste. Chill. Eat on French bread slices. Heaven.

                                                                          2. The only childhood aversion I retain any of is to sweet custard, and that may well be due to the frequency with which I was given bread pudding (this was during WW2, and having two young children meant Mom had unlimited bread, egg and dairy ration coupons). Savory custard I'm fine with, but there's something about egg and sugar that is all wrong to my taste, although I find I don't hate it like I did. That may have more to do with my very diminished sense of smell than my attitude …

                                                                            1. shake n bake (don't judge me)
                                                                              My mom would make pork chops in the oven with shake n bake and I HATED them

                                                                              my husband was waxing nostalgic this past week, I had some beautiful bone in pork chops, they looked like small porterhouse steaks...he begged me to bake them with shake and bake
                                                                              ... not so bad
                                                                              (not great, kind of a misuse of such perfect pork chops, but still, not so bad)

                                                                              I still can't eat lima beans or baked beans of any kind - traumatic childhood experience left me scarred for life!

                                                                              1. As a pre-teen or child I found herring to be pretty obnoxious looking and smelling. Now I love it!

                                                                                1. Beets!! Used to hate them but could now eat them every day and be happy about it.

                                                                                  1. I had a childhood hatred for what I knew of tomatoes---watery, mealy slices of nastiness intruding on my Burger King cheeseburger. I decided to try an on-the-vine grocery store tomato a couple of summers ago, expecting the worst, and was amazed at how unobjectionable it was. And THEN when I graduated to farmers' market heirloom tomatoes--- the rest is history.

                                                                                    1. Every canned veg i had as a child i tried again fresh and prepared differently as an adult.... Whoa Nelly is there a vast difference between canned and roasted brussel sprouts!!?!! Or aspargus... Or pumpkin...
                                                                                      Growing up, my mother cooked from cans a LOT so i didnt know for a long time what certain things tasted like any other way. what a big difference when i finally got to try interesting looking vegs in different cooking forms. Unfortunately my mom cooked all can veg or frozen until they were well past a mush state. She dumped in a pan, added salt, pepper and a couple large spoon fulls of butter--covered and cooked on medium heat f-o-r-e-v-e-r.... Luckily with time and age i've been able to coax her to try roasted, steamed, and lightly sauteed vegs with good success. :)

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                                                                                      1. re: Munkipawse

                                                                                        I had the same experience. Except my mom boiled everything unlidded, which drove me crazy as I got older. I think she was boiling because she thought she was protecting us from possible botulism, although you'd have to REALLY boil anything to kill that bacteria. Or maybe in her college home ec courses that's what they taught her.

                                                                                        This way of cooking has to be generational, that is, people don't do this nearly as much as they did. The canned goods sections of supermarkets seem to have shrunk, to me. They are certainly smaller in relation to the rest of the store than they used to be. Practically every other department has expanded in the last couple of decades.

                                                                                      2. The references to canned vegetables reminds me of what I was served most frequently that I hated the most: canned green beans and (less frequently, as a "special treat") canned wax beans. When my mom would go to the trouble of cooking them with bacon and onion they were delicious, but simply put in a pan and heated they were, and still are, worse than vile. I remember being told that the only time I refused food as a baby was when we were snowbound in a roadside hotel in Maine, and the only prepared baby food in the place was strained green beans. I always ate everything cheerfully, but not those!

                                                                                        1. Baked beans, pumpkin pie and beets. Still unable to "like" them although I do try every so often.