I wasn't allowed to hate food. My mum went through the war years, and she had zero patience for any fussiness about food. You got it, you ate it, full stop. Consequently, I like almost anything (apart from sweet yuck - Angel Delight and the like). The one exception I can think of over recent years was that andouillette sausage mentioned above - tried that in France a couple of years ago and it was rank.