So, I once knew a lady who used to cajole her sons (to) "Just taste" the brussel sprouts. She'd read somewhere that our body cells are constantly mutating, evolving .... ergo, if you disliked something a year ago, your "new" tastebuds might enjoy it now. (I'm thinking, "ya .... right.")
So what promped this recollection? A dream, actually. No, make that an out-of-body experience!
It's a given, I'm not particularly fond of fruit. But one species(?) I regard as "evil" -- oranges.....orange juice .... orange-flavored/scented anything.
Why then, did I dream about consuming fresh-squeezed orange juice? And lovin' it!? Can't get enough .....my tongue practically caresses each bit of pulp.
As these things go, I became aware this was a dream -- but began fretting in earnest how to get my hands on some real OJ -- at 3 in the morning ... a good 5-6 miles from the nearest convenience store ... without waking DH.
Sleep was out of the question. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth and gargled (with vigor). Whew, the craving ceased!
A few hours later, DH was more than a little amused by my story. Still, I never expected he would pick up a half-gallon of "Florida's finest" later that day. "Uh ... thanks."
What's a gal to do? Not surprisingly, I couldn't take more than a few sips without grimacing.
Is that the craziest thing? I wonder what provoked the "attack"? 'Suppose this is akin to techniques used by hypno-therapists?
Ah! I know one person who'll understand: My BFF has similar issues with french fries.
Do you experience any food phobias? I'd really like to know!
Meanwhile..... sweet dreams!