I know I'm in the minority but I used to HATE the smell of the Sunday roast beef cooking as I couldn't/wouldn't eat any meat or vegetables when I was very young. There was always tension as we all sat down at the table because my Dad kept on telling me to eat up and I just couldn't. It was very soon after the war and I don't think the meat was up to much - it was very gristly. There might have been better meat available somewhere but we never got any! In the end I remember that (thanks to my sympathetic mum) I just used to eat a plate of mashed potato, butter and cheese, or lovely gravy which I mopped up with bread.
I now love roast dinners and all vegetables, but I also like potato, butter and cheese. And I even sneak a piece of bread sometimes to mop up left-over gravy...it takes me right back to my childhood.