Perhaps the single greatest compliment my cooking has ever received stems from that falafel.
A good friend, who swore up and down she wasn’t picky but is, in fact, insanely picky told me repeatedly she hated falafel and avoided it at all costs after multiple bad experiences with it.
When I gave a bunch of leftover food to her and her roommate a few months ago, she eventually got jealous seeing the roomie plowing through falafels unassissted and decided to eat one. . . and promptly fell completely in love, eating all that remained.
Single-handedly changing someone’s strongly held opinion on a dish is, uh, quite the feeling to feel as a cook :)