I once overheard someone chastising someone else for liking the flavor of onions but not the onions themselves. Their argument was essentially “you’re an adult, now start acting like one”. And you know what? I totally agree. I am an adult. And as an adult, I can like, or dislike, whatever the fuck I want. So, onion? You’re more than welcome to hop in my stew and make it tasty, but when it comes time to eat you need to fuck off. And that last part as well for anything that’s green but not also gummy. And beans, too, any of ’em. Regular, jelly, whatever- they’re all gross. Unless they’re the magic kind worth trading a cow for I don’t want ’em in my house.