Are you a picky eater? Never touch anything green? Do you put A-1 on a perfectly good steak?
My husband used to work with a guy that would eat one thing on his plate at a time - completely consume the potatoes before moving on to the chicken, finish that up and then the brussel sprouts, etc. Odd.
When I was a kid I didn't like my food touching. I used my silverware as shims to make sure the juice from the beets didn't run into the mashed potatoes. I'm mostly ok with food touching now - mostly. If there was something cold on my plate - like those beets I was talking about - and I also had pot roast with gravy next to them - I would need a shim for sure. Otherwise, hot with hot is ok. Hot with cold is a huge no-no.
My likes changed radically as I grew into adulthood. I used to put ketchup on everything to disguise the taste. Now I rarely use it.
I also remember walking into the kitchen when mom was making acorn squash and immediately starting to gag. Same with brussel sprouts. We had to at least try everything - never forced to finish though.
I can't think of anything I don't like to eat now - well, except sushi. Had a bad experience my first time. I may revisit that at a future date - way, way, way in the future.
I was lucky with my son who will eat anything. Now that he's been living in foreign lands I'm sure he has eaten anything and everything.
When Peter and I were a young married couple we had several discussions about food. We came from very different backgrounds. No gravy at Thanksgiving at his family table! I know - thank goodness for my non-Italian brother-in-law who set them straight. Peter also wasn't much for veggies except peas and corn. And forget onions. It took me several years but I finally got him to cross over into the dark side and he eats everything now.
The only difference of opinion we have left is - small chunks versus large chunks. If he had it his way the salad would be chopped, just like the Outback serves. Well, guess who's doing the chopping? Right. No thanks. I prefer large pieces. That's what the knife next to your plate is for . . . chop it yourself.
So, now's your opportunity to comment. I know there's some weird stuff happening out there and you know how I love weird.