My tastes have broadened considerably since I was younger though do have a few quirks.
For example:
Nothing beats a crispy dill pickle with a grilled cheese sandwich, but like relish, I think it ruins a good burger.
Cherry Tomatoes. I've progressed to the point where I can eat them drizzled in balsamic vinegar or in a pesto cream pasta, but never alone. That burst of sour juice makes me gag everytime.
On the other hand, I love raw cherries, but can't eat them cooked. Cherry pie is the one and only kind of pie I won't eat. Again, the sour juice makes me gag. Same for fakey cherry flavoured candy.
Let's see, what else... I love prepared and seedy mustard but don't like strong dijon mustard. Minimal Wasabi on my sushi please and no Cabbage rolls or sauerkraut.
I don't drink coffee.
In Hungary, the local cough syrup has a similar tase to Root Beer, so my dad won't touch the stuff. His old school friend is incredulous that we enjoy it.
Boy I'd hate to coordinate ordering Pizza at a TFP party.
