I never liked onions as a kid. Hated them in fact. I remember people telling me that cooked onions are OK because you couldn’t even taste them. Not true. I still didn’t like them.
I didn’t want to be a picky eater in Poland, so I devised a plan to make me like onions. I think I was just curious what people saw in them. So, a couple weeks before leaving, I ordered extra onions on everything, most notably the “Mike” sandwich from the now defunct Tafoya Brothers. After eating extra onions on everything for two weeks, I developed a love for onions comparable to my love for garlic and jalapenos. Maybe I just like stinky food. I guess I should try the same with fish — that’s a bit too stinky for me though.