School cafeterias are where I learned that the only canned vegetables I found acceptable were tomatoes and beans (not green beans - those must be fresh or frozen).
ETA - I did not encounter canned tomatillos (they’re ok, but suboptimal) or canned chiles until after high school.
Ditto here re:canned vegetables. As a kid, I always HATED mushrooms. Of course, the only ones I’d experienced were out of a can. Mercifully, I was introduced to fresh … and later dried.
I will admit to the occasional use of canned corn, or actually canned creamed corn, in soup.
And I had a friend who was wild about Le Sueur canned petits pois. During my childhood, they were considered upscale.
I’m not Popeye - the mere idea of canned spinach causes me to wince.
You youngsters forget that vegetables were seasonal in the old days.
Canned was it most of the year if you wanted anything beyond meat and potatoes.
At least in the Midwest.
Oh, I am aware. My family had a garden that fed us for most of the year. So, at home, our vegetables were fresh, frozen, or my grandmother’s canned. I recognize I was luckier than a lot of kids in that respect.
True, but canned by Mom/Grandma was always better than canned by the Green Giant.
LOL!
My niece has taken up the banner for canning and if anything she is better than my Mom was.
My mother was a post war liberated woman.
She worked the whole time I was growing up.
Sister and I were responsible for dinner most nights unless we went out to eat.
Flowers, not vegetables, were what she loved.
She could do all that wifey stuff like canning and baking but chose not to except at holidays by the time I was around.
I still hate rose bushes and junipers
I grew up in the 70s and 80s. Both my parents worked; I and my sister were latch key kids (with my grandmother being just down the road if needed). My childhood memories have my dad taking point on the garden (she could manage to kill even low maintenance plants, like cactus). However, she was a phenomenal (and adventurous) home cook and excellent seamstress (made her own wedding dress and my prom dress and we always had outstanding Halloween costumes as children). I got the cooking genes, but the sewing stuff never really took. I was in charge of dinner from about age 12. I suppose if I had had to be also in charge of making my own clothes my skill building on the sewing front would have been more proportionate. My grandmother was largely responsible for the garden she kept, including composting and canning. You never really have as much time to learn from your loved ones as you want.
Within the past year, I tried stinky tofu in China and Taiwan. Now that I’m much more familiar with potential flavors, it was all much ado about nothing. Heck, the one in Hunan had a whole bunch of ginger, chilies, and garlic on it; even without that stuff, the tofu wouldn’t have been terrible.
As for licorice, that’s a two sides to a coin issue for me. I legit cannot eat licorice jelly beans. Bad childhood experiences. And the licorice juice I tried in Cairo was a misery.
But I really like salted licorice. Can’t get enough of it.