My sister is zucchini. When I was little, my mother would always make zucchini for dinner. She loved zucchini. I hated the taste. Nevertheless, I was always forced to stay at the dinner table until I ate it. She finally stopped making it when I was about. I stayed clear of zucchini. But every few years, she would bring it back, see if my taste buds had changed yet. They never did. I hate zucchini less now, though, then I did when I was little. That's probably because I'm not forced to see it or eat it. I even tried zucchini on my own over the summer. It still tastes just as horrible as I remember. That's okay. It probably won't show up on plate unless it's a holiday, like Thanksgiving.
May 12, 2012