'Cogito ergo spud'
[I think, therefore I yam]
When I was a kid, I hated yams. They looked icky, their consistency scared me (paste-like is how I described them) and I didn't like the smell.
Fast-forward 35 years (I made up my mind around age 7, for those of you doing the math at home) and I have to say I love yams. Delicious, wholesome and warming, like a tuberous comfort-food filled with yummy goodness. I don't think I have ever been so wrong about a food.