My mother used to try to make me eat liver. To her, it was delicious; to me, it smelled good, but tasted like metal, the same taste I would get when the dentist was putting a metal filling in a tooth, and some of the scrapings would touch my tongue. There is absolutely nothing I can do to prevent that taste. Of course, since it didn’t have that effect on my mother, she dismissed it.
The sole reason I struggled to make it to adulthood was so that I never had to eat liver again. Steaks for me. Otherwise what’s the point of free will?