My buddy grows 40 acres of tomatoes. I worked for his parents/with him a few years on their farm when I was younger, during the summer. They always tried to give me tonnes of tomatoes but I only ever took a few because dad was the only one who liked them, and he loved them. Mom would cut some up and put it in pasta, which was fine, but otherwise my mom, brother, nor I, could stand tomatoes. Just didn't like the taste at all.
That all changed once I finished college and got a full time job. Being picky about what I ate left me having to make my own meals at home. Coming home dead tired with little ambition to spare, I learned to like the things I hated to eat very quickly. lol. There isn't much I wont eat nowadays, and truthfully, I don't really mind the taste of things like tomatoes anymore. Tomato, Tomahtoe I guess.
