When I was a kid, I hated, absolutely HATED meatloaf.
Why, you ask?
I was forced to eat it. My parents are both Baby Boomers and grew up with Eat What's on Your Plate and Do Not Complain rules. You were not allowed to complain about what was served. You had to "clean your plate"
So after I was forced to basicly gag it down, I could not even stand the smell of it cooking. The thought of eating meatloaf would make me physically ill. As I got older, I told my mother that I could not stand the food even after being made to eat it. (she was also a member of "try one bite and you will like it" club. didn't work. she would make me eat it anyway) So if she ever made it, I would just make a PB&J and leave it at that.
About 10 years ago, I found a really good meatloaf recipe and decided to try it. I thought "what could it hurt? if I hate it DH can eat it or we will give it to my parents". I made it and LOVED it! It is so good, people request it.
I also used to hate chili, but I like it now. Mild chili. I don't like spicy food.
Why is being picky thought to be a bad thing? I will try just about anything once, but if I don't like it, why should I eat it again just to make someone else happy?