My grandpa used to eat liver and onions every birthday, and I gagged at the smell until I tried it at 34
Growing up in Ohio, my grandpa asked for the same last meal every year: liver and onions with a side of canned spinach, and I thought it smelled like a wet dog. When he passed in March, I made the exact plate for his funeral lunch, took one bite, and finally got why he loved it. Now I'm wondering if my own pick for a last bite is just nostalgia talking, so what food did you hate as a kid that you'd actually choose now?