Scrambled eggs. Well, eggs in most any form but especially scrambled. I may have shared this story here before but when I was six my little sister puked scrambled eggs all over me. That was almost 40 years ago and it’s only been recently that I’ve been able to handle some egg dishes. If it’s mostly other stuff and the egg just holds it together I’m OK. But no scrambled eggs… not now and probably not ever
That and Froot Loops cereal. I got some kind of nasty bug probably 25 years ago and all I could handle eating was Froot Loops. Three meals a day for several days. Can’t stand the smell of them now.
Back when I was a wee tyke, my brother’s pet goldfish died. That night my mom served egg custard for dessert. I was SURE she had made it with the dead goldfish. For decades I couldn’t eat any kind of custard. I think I was in my 40s before I could eat any.
When I was a kid and my mom asked me what kind of cake I wanted for my birthday, I always asked for a banana cake–there was something I really liked about that fake banana flavored frosting.
Then I got sick on my 11th birthday. I barfed up that amazing banana cake and frosting, forever locking it into my brain as a taste and aroma associated with nausea.
No big deal…I switched to German chocolate with coconut frosting from that point forward.