Loved the pierogi and kielbasa and stuffed peppers at holidays, hated the borscht.
In fact, during holiday meals, my mother would forget my first name - she would tell everyone, 'Don't pass the borscht to HER because SHE doesn't like it.'
Yeah, I really looked forward to watching my Mom and now-departed Dad make the kielbasa fresh with the old grinder and casings. It's been many years since then, though...