Growing up, my parents never allowed me to hate a food. Hating broccoli or asparagus was a sign of weak character and moral flaws. Sure, I preferred some foods to others, but it was just unheard of to outright reject something. I remember my little sister setting at the table till midnight on a school night refusing to eat grilled onions. But, she eventually ate them, and forever after that ate them, without a fuss.
I cannot say that there has ever been a blend that I could not smoke. Images of an impetuous child that needs to set there till midnight and then taking a belt in remembrance comes to mind.
So, I never have an issue with ordering a pound of something that I have never tried, because I have never tried a blend that was unsmokable. Sure, I like some better than others, but never anything that I would flail my arms and kick my legs to keep from having to ever smoke again.
To me, some blends that I like least will eventually find their perfect pipe or season to shine. C&D Poplar Camp was one that struck me as one that I would like the least, but eventually on one of the first cold Autumn mornings of December, I lit up a bowl of this in one specific pipe that had yet to find favor with any particular blend, and it started to sing sweet music.
But, for those impetuous children, you just set there till you finish your bowl or the clock strikes midnight, and then take the belt till you fall asleep with the memory of your selfish weak character on you thighs.
Luckily, with my own children, they never ran across a food that they didn't like, but I have seen some children at restaurants that really needed a good...
