One of the few foods that have stayed on my hate list since childhood is eggplant. I like horseradish now, I like brussels sprouts, I can tolerate cauliflower, but eggplant. The name alone conjures up unspeakable horrors. Eggplant. If we had used the French word for it, aubergine , then maybe--no, I still would have hated it. That smell! I'm starting to gag right now just talking about it. It puzzles me how people can find it tasty. Like, what is it that's wrong with me that it tastes like something served on Fear Factor to me? Well. Dear Eggplant. If eating you is right, I'd rather be wrong.