What food could you not abide as a child, but can't get enough of now?
My five-year-old niece M. J. made tomato soup with me yesterday, and her only stipulation was that she not have to touch the raw tomatoes; I gathered them into a bowl for her to dump in the pot. She loves tomato soup, mind you, and pizza sauce, spaghetti, and ketchup. But she politely declines even to touch a raw tomato.
When I was a kid, I couldn't stand the slime of a raw tomato either. Now, give me a bushel of fresh in-season tomatoes and some sea salt and pepper, and watch me go.
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