There are so many foods I do not care for, but as a child my mother would make a pecan pie and every one would rave about it. I would not touch it. Then when I was in my 30's and in a situation I had to taste it, and it was a realization of what I had missed all those years. Luckily my parents didn't make you eat something you did not want. You had to taste it but that was all. I credit my sister for my love of brussel sprouts. My mom asked if I wanted any, when I said no thank you, my middle sister said, "Good that makes more for the rest of us!" There was no way she was going to get my share, so I ate them and have loved them ever since.
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