The no-bake cookies had always been my favorite. But that particular year, I remember biting into one and tasting something...off. I told my mom. I still remember the conversation pretty clearly, although I think I was fairly young at the time. She told me I was wrong. There was no off flavor. They were fine.
I was confused. But, well, I had to admit they were still pretty damn good...what with the fudgy chocolate and all. And mom said they were fine, so...I kept eating them. Lots of them. :)
It wasn't until a few days later when one of my neighbors made a comment to Mom that she realized they were a bit onion-y!! She was mortified. My brother was punished (he had to go door to door to apologize to everyone who'd received some). And I was vindicated. But I'm pretty sure I kept eating them. By then I was used to the onion...and chocolate is chocolate.
It's always been funny to me, remembering back, and realizing that I knew something was "wrong" - I can still remember the taste! - but I trusted my mom's as the final word, and anyway...I was crazy for sugar.
As I've said way too many times before, when I left the church, it was because the "fruit" had been tasting off to me for a while and I just couldn't stomach any more. As far as I knew, it was not the fruit's problem. It was just a matter of taste.
It was months before I could acknowledge to myself that no wonder the fruit tasted wrong - the tree was diseased!
I know that sounds harsh. Admittedly, I know some Mormons who recognize the off-flavor and skillfully find a way to avoid consuming the bad parts or know how to spit them out. That's cool with me.
But I feel sad for all the people who believe it when they're told there IS no off-flavor, and who eat a fruit they don't love until they're so accustomed that they can't imagine anything better.