I'm a picky eater. I'll admit it. There are lots and lots of things I just can't stand. It's mostly a texture issue. I can't even have smoothies with strawberries in them, the seeds bother me so much. I hate onions for many reasons, which eliminates many recipes, or demands modification. I sometimes wish I could go to pastry school, but I don't like fruit, and I doubt they make all cream and chocolate desserts.
That's not entirely true. I do like some fruit. But there are far more that I don't like than those that I do. Besides, I don't like cooked fruit at all. I can choke down an apple crisp or a cherry pie, but given a choice, I would never pick them.
I wish I liked more fruits. For that matter, I wish I liked more vegetables, too. Again, I'll eat them, but I wouldn't choose them. They don't mush up properly in your mouth (or in fancy words, they don't form a bolus) and I find most of them a tad bitter.
Sometimes, though, it makes me sad to see a recipe that looks so yummy, and know that I could never actually make it, because one bite of the berry topping would make me want to gag. It makes me sad.