I used to hate chili - I cried in first grade because that was what we had to eat for lunch. I absolutely love it now!
I not only hated enchiladas, they made me absolutely nauseous. I could barely look at them when Mom served them because I had a dream that my sisters were chasing a huge enchilada-spider hybrid thing with forks. They caught it and ate it. UGH. It grossed me out so much that I wouldn't eat them for years. My mom's recipe is absolutely delicious and I totally missed out!!
I hated brussels sprouts -How is that even possible? So yummy!
Olives. of course I put the black ones on my fingers because it's fun and ate them because you can't put them back but I hated them. - sooo yummy now. One of my favorite things.
One thing that has never changed is mayonaise, salad spread, miracle whip -- whatever you call it, that white nasty stuff in a jar it is disgusting. I hate it! It has its place in tuna salad and potato salad and as an ingredient in cooking. But I hate it on sandwiches or burgers or anything where I have to taste it. *shiver*
Oh and Cilantro - I didn't even know it existed as a child -- but I am one of those people who thinks it tastes like soap (I guess some people genetically are wired that way or something? whatever, I saw it on the 'net. LOL) It ruins anything it touches. In moderation it's ok as long as I don't bite into it. Then I can't eat whatever it was in. yuck. Sometimes I go into public restrooms and I think their 'air freshener' or cleaner or whatever smells like cilantro - I think that's the soap thing - and it makes me gag. Half my family would but cilantro on ice cream and their cereal but the rest of us hate it.
sushi - love it now - it wasn't even a possibility as a food when I was a kid. sounded like the grossest thing ever.
I am not very adventurous with food though. I like what I like and that's what I want to eat. My brother in law does not get that. We all live together and he's always trying to do something weird with my dad's recipes and Dad, my sister and I fight him and say, "that's not how Mom made it!" It's actually kind of humourous. Dad ends up making Mom's Dutch recepes. It's a constant struggle to get him not to put blue cheese in meatloaf or something. And when we go to our favorite restaurants he's like, "Branch out, Jo, try something new." I'm like, "No. I am ordering my favorite thing because I am paying for it and I don't want something that sucks." LOL