Pickles. I hated fast food hamburger pickles as a kid and I’d always demand mine come without them and get upset when they made a mistake because the flavor of the whole burger really is ruined by the residue, even.
Then I had my first real pickle around three years ago. I was tired and stressed and too drained to tell my barista at this cafe that I didn’t want pickles but there they were on the plate next to my sandwich and I always feel bad about wasting food, so I ate them and I was surprised... this is what a pickle SHOULD be, I thought. Crunchy, zesty and satisfying. Not a sad, bitter soggy mess. I smell them first now because my early experience leaves me picky about my pickles.