I hate rice, I once went on a long rant to a friend about how much I hate rice and anyone who likes it is lying to themself and it's the worst food humanity has ever harvested. She wrote me off as a picky kid throwing a fit and figured I'd grow out of it. Then when I told her that while living alone I went around 6 months without eating a single grain of rice- she realized I was being serious. I hate rice, I will replace it with any number of things. If my options are rice and beans, I'll eat just the beans off the cold plate.
The most liberating thing about living alone was deciding what to eat. It was also one of the most infuriating things to do. I am not yet a good cook, but my list of recipes is slowly growing.