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If only that were a feasible thing to do. Apparently it’s not. A recent study showed that a taste for meat and fish is inherited while that for vegetables and desserts is not, suggesting that children’s dislike of vegetables may be more the result of their parents dislike for them than that of genetics. Now that sure seems like a convenient explanation—let’s blame parents for their kids’ low-veggies-high-sweets diets. I happen to be one of those people who absolutely hate vegetables. My parents didn’t really like vegetables either, but they forced themselves to eat them anyway. And I even ate some vegetables when I was younger. But for most of my adult life, I did not eat vegetables (I say this in the past tense because I’m now working very hard to incorporate veggies into my super carnivore diet). I quickly perfected my picking-every-single-tiny-bit-of-vegetable-out-of-everything-I-eat skills (I called it surgical training). What’s more, there were certain vegetables that would “contaminate” my food so much so that picking them out did not make that dish edible for me. My number one enemy: cilantro. Once there is even so much as a microscopic amount of cilantro in my food, I cannot eat it, no matter what because the food tastes like cilantro even if the cilantro is removed. It really does and I can’t stand it. It’s the same with other vegetables that have been mixed in with my meat. I’ll pick them out, but the meat tastes like the vegetable even though no one else tastes it. So I think there’s more to my distaste for vegetables than my parents giving me subtle cues as a child to hate vegetables. And that more to it is the fact that I’m probably a supertaster—I have a higher than normal number of taste buds on my tongue, which leads me to taste things much more intensely than normal (or medium) tasters. This explanation makes sense because I also don’t care for the taste of coffee and alcohol, which are other things that supertasters don’t particularly like. So maybe I don’t like vegetables because I’m a supertaster, which I inherited from my parents, who are probably also supertasters. So then, isn’t my distaste for vegetables genetic? And that’s what this study failed to take into account—the possibility that some of these children could have been supertasters (especially since children usually have more sensitive taste than adults anyway).

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