My mother was a really remarkably good cook and could do a lot of very complicated pastries and things. So I'm sure it secretly drove her to apoplectic rage that my favorite dinner was spaghetti (the dry kind, like) and my favorite cookies were the kind you make by melting butterscotch chips, mixing with chow mein noodles and blopping them down onto a cookie sheet.
Well, okay. Semi-secretly drove her to apoplectic rage. She still never specifically admitted it :-)
I was a kid. What can you do?