Mushrooms and Me
I have never liked mushrooms. It isn't so much an issue of taste as it is one of texture. I've never really had an aversion to mushroom-based sauces - only to the chunks of mushroom that were usually in them. I used to say that it was a general aversion to fungi. This is obviously not the case. I love cheese.
Over the past few years, I've come across some mushrooms (usually those with non-standard textures) that don't bother me. I'm really not very strict about my aversion, either. If someone serves me something with mushrooms in it, I will almost certainly eat it. I suspect that if I tried, I could get over my dislike of them.
I'd prefer to keep it, though.
I expect that if I learned to like mushrooms, I'd almost certainly learn to like some mushrooms more than others. I'm fairly certain I'd never really like white/button/portobello mushrooms. Given my track record, I'd like the really fancy ones. I'd be a mushroom snob.
I'm already a snob when it comes to (among other things) cheese, olives, and beer. I really don't need to add another form of snobbery. With my luck, all I'd want are truffles and morels.
So... to all the mushrooms in the world:
It's not you. It's me. Probably.
I'm still annoyed when mushrooms are lumped into the category of vegetable. It isn't even a plant. It seems equivalent to calling chicken a vegetable. Seriously. Mushrooms on a vegetable pizza? Peperoni at least has some vegetable matter in it, and you don't see that on one of those...