Case file #1:
Cheese. I never expected to like cheese. In the US I'd eat cheese if it was melted. Pizza? Okay. Nachos? Okay. But just eating a slice of cheese? Disgusting.
But the husband loves cheese. We often have a couple of types of cheese in the fridge. Whenever I'm shredding or slicing cheese he nabs some. He even shreds it for me if I ask nicely. Over time I've started taking a slice or piece here or there never really thinking about it. When my mother-in-law offers me random cheese she's bought I eat some but again didn't think about it.
Until last Friday.. when I put some cheese in our cart at Morrisons. "You like that?" "Yeah, why not?"
That's when I realized. I like cheese. Of all the things I expected to learn to like when I moved cheese is not one of them.