Our standoff, which I lost for years on end, was my not liking a simple glass of white milk. I was "forced" to eat big calcium pills, almost as big as Necco Wafers. I ended up as a teen having to sit at the table until I finished the damned milk. I just didn't like the taste on my tongue, wanted to gag but didn't quite. I hated sitting at the table for an hour, sipping.
Sometime in my teens, I started to try to drink coffee, but I was told to put milk in it. Eh!! Not until I worked in a hospital and ate in the Rose Room (small counter, two or three booths) did I figure out I liked coffee just fine, it was the milk that ruined it. During all those years I did like chocolate milk, still do. I still don't just chug a glass of white milk, a million years later. A remnant of childhood recalcitrance. I suppose if I were starving....
I've long made cocoa with it or baked with it; more tellingly, I didn't mind white milk on cereal. I liked chocolate milk shakes, not vanilla ones. I use it along with yogurt in my smoothies in these later years (I avoided my mother's homemade yogurt at age eight too.) I have liked whipped cream, even as a teen, but also still eschew cream in my coffee or tea. No trouble with ice cream, but when I make my own, I put chocolate bits in it or nuts or flavorings. I think it's the pure white milk then that wormed into my brain resistance.
This is why I have often called myself Ms. Picky.