The other day my friend Betty called. She asked me if I liked pea soup. Being the blunt person that I am, I answered, "no". She invited me to dinner anyway. I told her that even though I didn't like my mother's pea soup, I'd try it. She also made hot dogs as a back-up.
Tonight was the night. I tried it and I liked it. I won't say that I'd order it in a restaurant or go out of my way for it, but it was good.
It reminded me of the many times I told my son to at least try a food. You never know, you may like it.