Brussel sprouts here too. I used to love them as a kid. Can’t stand the sight or smell of them now, no matter how they’re cooked, or what they’re paired with. Hate them now.
I never liked beets, and can’t imagine a kid voluntarily eating them. That’s punishment food, man. It’s what you’re given for dinner when you get a C+ on a midterm. Blech!
I used to love fries and tater tots when I was young. I still kind of like them now, but I’ll try to pick another veggie if I possibly can.
Mostly it’s the other way around for me. I grew up having canned spinach on the family table, and my mother kept insisting that it was good and good for me. I always hated it. However, I tasted raw baby spinach for the first time when I was in my 40s…and found that I love it. I also found that I love turnips, which my mother never served because HER father forbade them. Usually I add about half a turnip when I make stew, and I think it really improves the dish.
Canned beets. I still like pickled beets, but I used to love the canned variety and now I think they’re absolutely tasteless.
Cauliflower. Even the smell of it makes me feel ill. Actually it’s just the smell I hate, smells like a dogs fart.
Broccoli. I can’t say I *loved *broccoli, but I liked it. In my 40s, however, I developed a distinct dislike for them. They’re just bitter now and I wont eat them, cooked or raw. Yuck.
Not a veggie, but I used to love raisins. My siblings hated them, but I’d eat 'em by the fistful. Now I can’t stand them. I just grew to hate the taste, and I also hated biting into what I thought was a chocolate chip cookie only to have it turn out to be an oatmeal raisin one instead.
Zucchini and summer squash used to be favorites of mine but now I can barely stand to look at the things. Two doors down from me there is a kindly elderly couple with a freaking H-U-G-E vegetable garden. For some reason they decided that they needed to plant twenty four hills of zucchini. They’re literally taking them out with a wheelbarrow every day and they’ve started leaving grocery bags of their dense, flavorless pods on the porches of their neighbors.
I don’t know why I ever liked zucchini.
Beans (maybe because the nursing home couldn’t cook them well), and white milk.