I agree with you in the point: eat what is in front of you or do not eat. To this day there is one thing that my Father made me eat, to which I promptly hurled on the dining room table: creamed spinach. I hate it and ever since then*(over 36 years ago)* - I will not eat it, it makes me ill./Just Asking - seoul62.......
not even in a box or with a fox or on a train or in the rain?
The difference between not liking one food, and being so picky that a parent has to make a different meal for everyone sitting that the table are worlds apart, of course.
I got food poisoning once eating bbq chicken. I refused to eat bbq for a decade, probably. I absolutely love it, now that I have mentally dealt with the situation. But for years, the smell of bbq sauce would make me so ill.