I'll tell you my reason. There is exactly one thing I hate, and it's parsley. I have no problem with it in cooked foods--in fact I grow it and use it--or even uncooked in an Italian salsa verde, where the flavor is actually transformed, not just muted, by the process of turning the leaves into a paste in the presence of garlic and anchovies and so forth. But put parsley in a salad, or sprinkle it over new potatoes, or anything like that, and I can't stand it. Oh, I can get whatever it's in/on down without nausea, but it's ruined for me. Even I think this is odd. I can understand disliking the strong flavors of many of the foods I love--olives, anchovies, rosemary, liver, kidneys--but to most palates parsley is not a strong flavor. In fact, most people must experience it as practically neutral, since they strew it over pretty much anything. But to me the flavor is powerful, intrusive, and as unpleasant as hell. Would you want to go through life hating something as common as parsley? And aside from the impracticality of that, I think of being a picky eater as childish, which I don't want to believe myself to be. And so for years and years and years I've been trying to acquire a taste for raw parsley. I did it with cilantro, which I started out loathing. But parsley has defied all my efforts to come to terms with it. I'll never give up trying. I just can't believe that I can't do it, in spite of all evidence to the contrary.