My grandmother used to buy frozen liver and fry it. I bet it was atrocious. She only cooked once a week, so the damage was probably limited.

The first time my mother saw chocolate cake, she was a young woman in France. The sight and smell of it made her physically ill. Later on, she fainted from malnutrition in a post office. It is unclear whether she ever regained consciousness.

When my mother was a little girl, my grandfather used to go to the slaughterhouse at 4am and get liver. It was still warm with the heat of mammalian life by the time he got home, but they'd barbecue it anyway. I bet it was delicious. Freshly-killed plants and animals usually are. Fungi and sea salt follow other laws of nature, as they have considerably different souls.

After meeting my grandmother and being disgusted by her fried liver, she also was disgusted by pickled beets.

Coincidentally, I grew up hating liver, pickled beets, and chocolate cake. I managed to get over the first two, but the chocolate cake thing might last forever.