As a picky eater myself, that's absolute torture to go through. My father tried it on me. After a few times of retching at the table, and running to go vomit because I found various tastes so bad, he kind of gave up. No more chicken livers for me. No more brussels sprouts. No more witlof (chicory for those that do not speak Dutch). No matter how well prepared, these things taste awful. Yes, even the witlof. I'm a bad Dutch person, I know.