I grew up in the days of "the clean plate club". I was a very picky eater. I remember being probably the only kid in the world who, at age 10, didn't like pizza (I'd never tried it, but it looked and smelled "gross" to me).
We had gone out to dinner. My dad ordered pizza as an appetizer for the table. My sister and I did everything short of throwing a tantrum to not try it. Dad finally told me (us) that if we didn't at least try it, he was going to spank us "right here in front of everyone" and never, EVER, take us out to dinner again. We held our noses and tried it. And like Mikey, we liked it--in fact, we loved it and still do).
I'll share that story with Terry, but if he still won't try it, I'm not going to force the issue. There should be enough other stuff on the table (even if it's just bread) that he won't starve. He'll get more grown up tastes when he's ready.
As most of you know, the picky little boy who was me grew up to be a gourmet chef who eats (and cooks) most everything now.