You know those people that you initially dislike but then grow to love? I like to describe those people as mustard. Mustard, wine, coffee, blue cheese -- those foods that needs time to appreciate. They're not easy flavors for children to like -- bit too harsh for those delicate little palates.
I used to love those cheap hot dogs with questionable meat in malls. I remember the condiment section with the bright yellow bottles and the bright red bottles. I'd slather those bad boys with ketchup, and despite hating mustard, I'd always try just a tiny little bit of it. Just the tiniest dollop of it on one end, enough to see but not enough to taste. I don't know why, I think I wanted to like it. Unfortunately my love for mustard only came about much later on. For the longest time, my experience with mustard was limited to the American yellow mustard, and I thought that that was all that there was. Then one day my father introduced me to wholegrain mustard, and it wasn't exactly love at first taste, but it was the first mustard experience that didn't make me grimace in disgust.