When I was a young child, I hated green beans.
With a passion.
I don’t think I can tell you how much I hated them.
As far as I was concerned, green beans could rot in hell. They were the Devil himself trying to infiltrate us through these horrid vegetables.
But then, something changed.
I don’t know what.
But one day, I loved them.
They were God’s give to food.
Of course, some cheese sauce or cream of mushroom soup didn’t hurt.
I remember when I was young, my mother made me eat two of them.
I don’t know why two. But two was the magic number. I couldn’t leave the table before I finished my two green beans.
So over the years, I hate hundreds of green beans — two at a time.
But now, they are a staple at the family table.
Whenever we meet for a home-cooked meal, there are green beans. If we meet at my grandparent’s house, we have green bean casserole.
I’ve tried to duplicate the recipe for that casserole, but I just can’t. It’s too soupy or something.
But that makes me think, why do we like certain foods and not others?
Can you genuinely “learn” to like things?
If you eat something you don’t like enough, will you eventually like it?
I don’t know if that’s the case. I don’t know if I’ll ever learn to love tomatoes or cucumbers, for example.
But who knows, maybe if I eat two of them every week, I’ll learn to love them as well.