I think it comes from some bad experiences at church potlucks and school bake sales when I was a kid. Combine that with watching people cook who taste with the stirring spoon and then stick it back in the pot and I’d rather not eat your homemade goods.
I also had some bad experiences eating at my grandmothers (she was a terrible cook). I think her experiences in the Great Depression meant no food would go to waste. I ate so many years-past expiration foods when I was a kid. Have you ever had really intense food poisoning? Ugh…
I understand. Our upbringing and formative experiences make for powerful programming. My favorite family recipe is my brother's least favorite because he ate it the day he got an intense stomach bug when he was in grade school. Even though he's more objective about food now, he still finds the idea of me liking it revolting. :)
I also had some bad experiences eating at my grandmothers (she was a terrible cook). I think her experiences in the Great Depression meant no food would go to waste. I ate so many years-past expiration foods when I was a kid. Have you ever had really intense food poisoning? Ugh…