I don’t like shrimp.
I can trace this directly to my dear old dad. Every Christmas Eve we would have an elaborate dinner in a nod to our Polish roots. The Poles traditionally prepare a seven-course meal the night before Christmas. Every year, shrimp was featured as one of the courses. We were not allowed to leave the table before each one of us choked down a disgusting, chewy, slimy crustacean. Ugh.
I like to think that as I’ve gotten older my taste buds have changed, and I’ve learned to love certain food items that had my 5 year old self gagging. But I can say this with full certainty: I will never like shrimp.