The other day I realized I hadn’t eaten a piece of broccoli from a crudite platter in decades. Literally multiple tens of years. I felt pretty secure in that because I don’t like raw broccoli; everyone knows that.
But on a whim I decided to try it anyway. And it was fine, the very neutrality of which was a huge revelation. I love broccoli and now I have a whole new way to eat it. All sorts of new possibilities are now on the table which I would have unfairly rejected out of hand.
I try so many new things that it can be easy to assume I have a pretty good feel for what I will and won’t like. But sometimes things change, and sometimes it’s worth trying again. You never know, right? It won’t kill you.