My mother and I seemed to have inherited completely opposite sense of taste. She loves (and I hate): bologna, havarti, margarine, mustard-flavored pretzels, candy corn, raspberries, iced tea made with black, green, herbal, and fruit tea bags, the crusty part of the challah, mushroom barley soup, mashed sweet potatoes with marshmallows melted on top, creamed spinach, expensive French food, lambchops... I could go on and on.
But why not let you have a chance? Can you and your parents even eat the same meal? Have you clashed over Thanksgiving dinner choices? Or are you as alike as three peas in a pod?