As a further elaboration: growing up, I absolutely hated pasta salad. I could not and would not eat it. But one day, when I was about 22-23, I was working somewhere that includes meals, since shifts were literally all day for a week (save eight hours for sleeping). The cook made a pasta salad that I could only describe as “orgasmic.” I ate that same pasta salad for every meal for the next two days until they finally tossed the leftovers. Ever since then, I have been “converted” to enjoy pasta salad. That one dish completely changed how my body reacts to a food that I already tried several times.
My mum made the grossest fish. Idk what she did to it or what type of fish it was but it stank up the whole house, tasted worse, and was dry as fuck. I avoided all fish for years, still don’t really like fish and chips as an Aussie.
Went fine dining once and one of the courses was a piece of fish with toasted quinoa and Geraldton wax. It was one of my favourite dishes of the fourteen courses. Absolutely delicious. Then I went to Scotland and tried Cullen skink and ended up having that multiple times throughout my trip.
I’ve realised I just hate bad fish, and that mum wasn’t as good a cook everyone said she was -and everyone saying that is even worse.