I used to absolutely detest pickles. When living in California my parents and I would go out to some of the best delis where they always started their meal with a plate of pickles. Almost like a palate cleanser. With the fact that I didn’t like them I of course pushed them away and did not eat them. I never understood why they liked them and would wince at every crunch. Fast forward to my current state of mind and way of eating. Seeing as I pretty much eat every vegetable under the sun (except Kale) now I love pickles. Kind of like a switch went off in my brain.
Something about the refreshing crisp crunch followed by that soothing briny taste that tingles on the tongue is just so enticing to me.