Seriously, I used to hate pork. Growing up, everything was over cooked. Then, even when I got out on my own, there were those sacred laws about cooking pork to well done or you would get worms or worse. It was always so dry, the only way I could eat it was to bury it in some sauce or braise it in cream of whatever soup.
At some point, I learned they had loosened up the rules. It was hard slicing into the first pork chop, seeing a little pink, and a lot of juices. I knew I was going to die... And I loved it...