My mother, despite her best efforts, was a terrible cook. She really didn’t enjoy it.
As a result, I had the wrong idea about so many foods for so long.
I thought fish was nasty smelling and dry; beef was chewy and leathery; chicken was tasteless with the consistency of saw dust; all vegetables were colorless and limp; and pasta was soggy and mushed together.
Later, when I started dating g my wife (whose family were excellent cooks) I saw how good these foods could look and taste. Then I started working at a farm and learned so much about where food comes from.
Today I love fish and beef and chicken and so on, and even think I’m a bit of a foodie.