And It Is Inherited.My family is an entire badelynge of odd ducks. It is quite a lot of fun really.
In the household where I was raised there was a policy which I have yet to encounter anywhere else. It was called the "No thank you" helping. At mealtime if there was something you had never tried before but seemed like something you wouldn't like you had to take a single spoonful for your plate as your no thank you helping. Many foods unknown were found to be either delicious or truly repugnant because of this but at least we knew.
During one meal I recall having a bite of some strange sweet pickle relish. I was horrified at the taste and accidentally blurted "that tastes like ****!"
My father looked up and stared into the distance, focusing seemingly on nothing and calmly said "No.... not exactly."
This mysterious counter-point unraveled part of my fathers past and helped explain why I grew to be who I am.
"Back on the farm we all had to do our chores, you see. Before you had any time for you the chores had to be done. When I was a teenager I had a date scheduled with a very pretty girl but the fields needed attention first. I had to spread the manure for the crops which could take hours. Living on a farm, though, you tinker with machines a lot and learn to fix and on occasion modify them so I did. I tinkered with the mechanism on the spreading chute to rotate faster so I could drive faster and be done in time for my date. Unfortunately I was distracted by my upcoming outing so I wasn't paying attention. It seems I also disabled the mechanism that made the chute rotate back and forth and so left it able to swing in a full circle. I realized that is what I did when I was blasted off the seat of the tractor by an avalanche of manure going around 50 miles an hour. That much that fast gives you the ability to reflect later in life at times like these so I can tell you son, honestly, while it is close, it doesn't 'quite' taste the same."
He nodded to himself as if he were happy at his recollection and continued eating.
I love my parents...