As I remember it, my daughters were fine with eating liver when they were small until they went to school and learned that kids don’t like liver. At least that is the way I remember the situation. I can remember when I learned to like spinach. It had nothing to do with Popey the Sailor. My Aunt Lillian was canning spinach. It was a hot steam day and there was apparently a bumper crop of spinach. Aunt Lil’ was usually the most mild mannered person imaginable, but she must have had enough. When I asked what was for supper there was an explosion. “There is plenty of spinach. If you are hungry, you can jolly well eat that!” And so I did. As a young teenager I had not been aware that the rest of the family was nowhere to be seen. The bottomless pit that is teenage boy hunger found the spinach just fine if I was hungry enough and finally aware of the mood of the kitchen. I have liked spinach ever since. Later I found other good greens and row ones quite tasty especially cooked with bacon or side pork and a little vinegar sprinkled on top. Apparently, necessity is the mother of appetite as well as invention. How many of our preferences are shaped either by the situation or by the opinion of others?