Baked beans

Okay, so a lot of people don't like certain foods. Kids hate their vegetables and vegetarians hate meat. But to understand the reason I hate baked beans, you'll need a little back story...

*screen ripples to my memories*

We are sitting at my dining room table. My father has made baked beans... again.

"Caitlin, do you want some baked beans?" my father says.

My siblings and mom clamp their lips and suppress the giggles.

"No, I don't like baked beans," I say and try not to bite.

"Since when?" he says.

"Dad, I've never liked them," I say and sigh.

"Have you tried them?" he says.

"I don't want to try them," I say. "I don't like them."

"You don't know if you don't like them. Try them," he says and hands me the pot.

I put some on my plate. I put the grossness in my mouth, gag a little, make some funny faces and swallow as fast as I can before saying, "Still don't like 'em."

I can't even count how many times I've had this conversation with my father. I'd guess about twice a month for my whole 22 years of existence. It's not like I have a personal hatred of baked beans. That would be odd. But after years of having, literally, the same conversation with my father, I cannot stand baked beans. And I think this dislike-turned-hatred has spilled over into other areas. Specifically the term "cool beans." I really can't stand that.

Beans aren't cold. At least they shouldn't be cold. They should be hot. And even then, they aren't that good.