When my kids were growing up, they devoured every food I placed before them, including liver and onions, which I only made once or twice a year. One day my son stopped by the kitchen to ask what was for dinner. When I said, "Liver and onions." He said, "You make witch's brew." and walked away.
Well, at dinner, he didn't miss a beat. The liver and onions went right down the shoot with the rest of the food.
The next day at the grocery store, I was at the meat counter, and saw what looked like a giant, pointed ear. The package said 'Pig Ears', which is something I had never seen before. I looked to see what my son was doing, he wasn't paying any attention to me, so I placed the pig ear in my shopping cart, put on a poker face, looked streight ahead, and slowly started pushing the cart. My son walked over to see what I had placed in the cart. His eyes grew big as saucers, his mouth dropped open, and with a shocked voice he said, "See, I told you you make witch's brew!"
I put them back in the meat case. Never again did my son accuse me of making witch's brew.
DISCLAIMER: No offense intended to those who likes to eat pig ears.