Back when I was kid, about pre-adolescence, I had this intense hatred of vegetables,
especially onions. One evening, my mother made this soup full of onions, and even though I rejected having the soup when she asked me if I wanted some, she still served me some in a freaking Snoopy bowl. I asked her - no, I demanded her to serve me that god-damn Hot Pocket that she promised to feed me with after she came very late to pick me up from school that same day.
Then she said:
"Eat it".
I said
"No".
She said
"Eat it, or I'll shove it down yo' throat".
"NO".
She then rushes out of the kitchen, and comes back with a belt, snapping the belt. I stared in terror of the black belt she welded.
"Put that spoon in yo' fuckin mouth".
"OH HELL NO".
She whacks the table with the belt. She raises her voice furiously,
"EAT IT".
"Noooo...." I [acid burst] and moan.
She then approaches the silverware drawer and grabs a larger spoon from it. Dunks it in the soup, and directly injects it into my mouth.
"YOU ARE GONNA CHEW IT AND SWALLOW IT, DAMN IT", she yells.
I had this sensation going on my tongue. The taste of the onion was repulsive.
As a child, I was not used to god's natural candy.
But this dreadful strong onion taste was surrounding my tongue with nothing but misery. I tasted [parasitic bomb].
As I continued to salvage it, my mother stared blank at my face.
She asked:
Does it taste good? I gave her my face-of-despair look.
With that belt she held on her hand, I could not say no.
The pressure of tasting this nasty piece of [acid burst] and the anxious thought of punishment was just so unbearable.
I had only one reaction.
I thought "[tornado fang] it", and I threw up square on the dinner table when she then preceded to whoop my ass with a belt and a large-sized clothes hanger.
I ran to my room screaming. I laid on my bed without dinner -- with an empty stomach at that -- and I could hear my mother screaming nothing but batshit-tantrum.
And... The End.
Today, I love onions.
I have them on my Pizza, Ham and Tuna sandwiches, tacos, hot dogs, salads, tofu, and sometimes even stew. It has this distinct taste that I love that just enhances the favor of some food for me. I'm certainly not a total addict but I certainly wouldn't mind adding it as a topping to anything. I'm actually kinda happy all this happened.
Now, I'd like to ask RPM goers here: Were you ever forced to eat food that you hated before as a child, like vegetables, foreign food, sea food, etc? Tell us all about it!