One of My Favorite Things....
....I adore Brussels sprouts, and always have. Unlike most children who will not eat any of the "cabbage-y" vegetables, I begged for sprouts, cabbage, broccoli, spinach, and the like. My grandmother used to put stuff like that in front of me when company was present, as a "party trick"; all the ladies present would marvel at the kid who would eat such things in preference to cake and candy.
What the marveling moms didn't know was that I would not - and still won't - eat that Southern culinary staple, sweet potato. Or yams. On those exceedingly rare occasions I've tried to eat them in spite of my disgust for them, they get to the vicinity of my Adam's apple and will go no further.
Mama Mac - God rest her soul - did try to persuade me when I was two or three. About the third time I spat regurgitated sweet potato all over her wall and floor, she gave up - and this was a lady who did not coddle kids. Thereafter, she took the sensible view that I ate plenty of things that were good for me, so what, after all, was the lack of a bit of sweet potato?
My mother, on the other hand....
Draw the veil.