Raw tomatoes and blue cheeses. Hated both as a kid, but over the years I’ve developed a real taste for both. Probably because I was finally exposed to what they could taste like when they aren’t messed with. An heirloom tomato picked fresh from the garden has absolutely nothing in common with the precancerous softballs they sell in the grocery store. Don’t know what triggered the blue cheese love, but now I scarf the stuff down like there’s no tomorrow.
Mushrooms
Hot dogs: (Only Hebrew National)
My BIL is a chief. He made the only Ruben I’ve ever liked.
I never liked chicken on the bone as a kid. Now, it is preferred, wings especially.
Kalamata olives, probably.