Every damn time I find an interesting recipe, there is always one of my family who won't eat an ingredient. Mom, mushrooms and fish, etc. Dad wo't eat soup. Cooking around them has become has become a hassle. It limits the ingredients, choices of entrees. I gave up, they can eat hamburgers and hotdogs till the end of time. I hate to do it, there are so many interesting flavors and ingredients out there. I am forced to taste bland food and tell them how good it is. Every meat mom cooks is at 350* for an hour, meaning tough as crap. For a long time mom would buy a pork loin, cit it into chops. Do you have any idea what pork loin is like at 350* for an hour? I have tires that will last will not last as long. Can you tell that outside of egg nog and Tiramisu I don't bother? I used to do Italian every Christman Eve, then I began to get objections. Every Christmas morning I would cook a breakfast pie but could not include the mushrooms or freshly ground pepper. Am I alone in this world, please tell me no.