I have memories of a child of being surprised and upset at an unexpected flavour or texture. I still remember biting into a gristly piece of meat and nearly throwing up.
Mum loves to remind me that I ate every single thing on my plate until I was either 2 or 4, then refused to eat anything other than vegiemite sandwiches and pumpkin soup. Actually she still says it with a little wail in her voice .

I also remember it being such a freakin topic of discussion that I ended up getting really self conscious about it. "oh give her to me, I'll have her eating everything" or all eyes being on me when a plate was presented.... You know its not like I wasn't hungry, or the food didn't smell delicious..but the scrutiny was all too much.

Now my husband learnt about how I was and made a great effort to help me. He is a BBQ maestro and would prepare meat (never got anywhere with vegies though!) and I could relax because he would explain what it was, how he prepared it and how it should taste. I really miss that. In fact we were at a wedding recently and I found myself looking to him to check the food was ok

Thats all I've got so far....