My Mom lived on stewed tomatoes on toast as a kid - for months at a time. Very, VERY poor. Very, VERY Rural.
She will not touch a stewed tomato now, even if she were starving.
I can related to that. It's like my having had three abdominal surgeries, in three years, and only being able to have liquid diets throughout each hospital stay. It got so I couldn't even eat Jello anymore, and gagged on it whenever I tried to eat it. Still can't stand it.
When I was a kid I missed out on having pizza for quite a few years, because mom and Aunt Ethel called it tomato pie. I visualized stewed tomatoes in a pie crust and said "no thanks".
I can so relate to this. For my family, it was green peppers. We had a very small family farm and grew those peppers to sell at farmers markets, but green peppers were included in EVERY meal with the exception of cereal (though I often joked that we added them for garnish). It took me until very, very recently for me to be able to even tolerate them at minimal amounts.