My mother used to do this with swede/rutabaga. She'd put it in all sorts of stews and not tell me, thinking that I was just making up my hatred for it and would eat the stew, I suppose. Then, when I wouldn't eat the stew because of it, she'd burst into tears and go on a tirade about how cruel I was after all she'd done for me. Rather than, y'know, just not putting swede in when she knows I utterly, utterly hate it.

_{/cool unfunny story bro, fun times with npd mother}