I don't really care for salt and pepper. My mom retrained my taste buds a while ago. She gradually reduced the amount of salt that she used in cooking. One day, I went to Kentucky Fried Chicken and didn't like the food.
When I came home, I said to my mom, "You know, I used to like Kentucky Friend Chicken, but, today, the food tasted as if the cook had an accident with the salt shaker."
"No, honey," said my mom. "The cook did not have an accident with the salt shaker. You're just not used to salt anymore."
"Whatever could you mean, Mom?" I asked suspiciously. And then she told me about how she had retrained everyone's taste buds because, at the time, my parents had been diagnosed with high blood pressure. "You never noticed," my mom added, with a somewhat devious look.
It turned out that my palate had been permanently retrained. As for the pepper, well, I've never really liked that.
I don't like ketchup, mayonnaise, or mustard, either.
Oh. Another salt story. There used to be a public service announcement about people who salted food indiscriminately. A woman sat on a chair while food passed her by on a conveyor belt. She salted everything! Eventually, she salted the tea!!!
I don't really care if someone else were to add condiments or salt or pepper...
Just taste the food first!!! And don't salt the tea!!!!!!!