I dunno Mons, I hated carrots as a child, but it was impressed on me that they were GOOD FOR ME. I can't say I really enjoy them now, but I eat them on a regular basis. Because they're not all that bad and they are good for me.
I think palates develop over time anyway. One of the most sensible things Mum said to me was that some things she hated as a child, she loved as an adult and that the same thing would happen to me. She introduced to me the idea that at some point vegetables would be a tasty meal choice (in the mean time we ate them under threat - they were a cheap filler after all). And of course she was right. I'm not a vegetarian, but I often choose the option when eating out because I really enjoy the taste.
Cauliflower and brussel sprouts excepted.
And we had a LOT of tart fruit desserts as children, and I still love them.
Mrs Fox at the end of the path had a burgeoning garden. We used to go and visit her and Mrs Jones (her upstairs neighbour). If we got the bus home from town, we walked right past their flats. Over time, Mum came to talk to them and of course they were charmed by her two lovely polite daughters. So after a while of all three of us visiting, my sister and I went alone. They would give us warm flat Cream Soda and bags of produce to take home. Rhubarb, cooking apples, plums, gooseberries etc. And we loved picking blackberries.
So we were eating the fruit of our labours. And nothing tastes as good as something you worked for. Even if in some cases the work was simply sitting and chatting to an OAP for half an hour.
Then again - I prepared and cooked a cabbage when I was at Brownie camp. Brown Owl offered me a spoonful and I was well up for it. I had to spit it out. Gross! It really was disgusting. Needless to say I love cabbage now. And rarely eat choc, even tho it was rationed to buggery in my childhood.
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