I never was your average kid.
I hate white pepper - its possibly the only thing I'm allergic to and it makes the sides of my tongue and my throat and lips swell very slightly. One of my older kids was the same with tomato and the younger two are that way with kiwi fruit. Other than that I detest sweet fruit jam (jelly), completely loathe it. The nearest I can get is marmalade; bitter orange only but by preference ginger jam or grapefruit marmalade.
Husband is very proud of our kids, for the exotic foods they love; our daughter has a taste for things like brie and danish blue cheese, whilst her brother relishes things like figs, but both agree on garlic, stuffed olives, crystallised root ginger (yummy) and even HP sauce sandwiches.
I could eat HP or Daddies sauce sarnies as a kid, any day of the week, but my favourite were salad cream. Talking to son's anaesthetist the other day about the packed lunch he had foregone due to his accident, she admitted her favourite sandwich had been salad cream and peas. It sounded wonderful and we both left the recovery ward wanting one of those.
Husband likes to credit our progressive parenting for the childrens' taste in food. Fine; if they hadn't tried these things they wouldn't know if they liked them, but taste is a matter of, well, taste. You can't change what they like or dislike, only give them the chance to find out.
I was young enough to be in a high chair when my daring mother discovered I had a liking for hot horseradish sauce - so much so that she had to ration it, but I could and would eat it neat, from a teaspoon, in preference to anything sweet. I remember I got the second teaspoon full that I had both arms out to implore for, because she was so surprised that she called my father to the kitchen to see the repeat performance, and then they had a discussion over whether or not I should have any more, because I was still begging.
I guess I'm just odd; and so are all my kids, its just that preferring acidic, savoury foods is a fashionable thing these days and the next generation are applauded for it, but they miss the joys of keeping it as a delicious, sneaky secret.