
I don’t like anything about cantaloupe, but I always buy them in summer because Tim likes them so much and because I appreciate the nutritional value of them. (We call them ‘mushmelons’ around these parts.) I don’t like any kind of melon, actually.
I also hate tomatoes and onions, although I inconsistently do like some foods MADE with tomatoes or onions. 

Peas make me gag, even at my age. They’re pretty and healthful and I made sure my children had access to them, which worked because they both like peas, but I can’t eat them. I’ve tried.
Can’t eat cottage cheese, either. Every summer I try again, because it looks so cool and refreshing and attractive, but I can’t do it.
I don’t eat gravy. The very concept is disgusting.
I’m also not a big garlic fan although I LOVE creating various dishes containing garlic. I like the odor of garlic, but not the taste.
Tim’s family also fought wars over who got the last piece of pie. I don’t eat pie, either, but I do love to make them. All kinds. Pie-making relaxes me, and makes me feel, maybe, just a little bit. . . . artistic.
I’m not that fond of cake, either. And whipped cream makes me kind of sick.
I guess my question is, “Why am I so fat?”