When I went off to college I decided that I wanted to like nearly everything. I had heard once that it took a baby at least seven tastes of an odd food to like it. So I started eating things I had never liked, over and over, hoping that I could also acquire tastes. I can now eat tomatoes, whereas when I was little I once waited hours for my Dad to leave the table so I could shove the hated things down the disposal. He had threatened us to sit there until we ate them.
Now, whenever I see something I have never tried, or at least, never tried to prepare, I get the itch. It is much the same itch when a new book comes out, or a new exhibit to a much-loved museum. You must try it, see it, experience it for yourself. This happened to me the other day at Whole Foods when I was meandering the aisles with the little shopping carts they have. There, displayed amongst the other produce, were the humble looking fava beans. I had never actually cooked fava beans before and couldn't really remember ever having eaten any either, so I picked some up.