I have a similar association with oil dipping bread (the kind you get at Carrabba’s style places). There weren’t any places to buy food for the first couple days after I took a direct hit from Hurricane Charley in 2004 and while I had enough calories, after I ran out of food besides bread I discovered that I still had spices and oil so I mixed up some oil dipping sauce and subsisted on that for two days.
The Remake of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
Cantelope.
Stairway to Heaven.
Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Small towns.
The band Evanescence.
The names Sophie, Sofia, or anything similar.
White Castle burgers. It was a drinking incident.
The month of November, after loved ones died in November for four years straight.
Whittling.
Pale blue Austin Maxis and pavement cyclists.
but mainly the whittling. Ugh.
Men’s Briefs
Pink shirts on guys (because of an old pervy teacher back in high school)
Long fingernails
Pinto beans
Sauerkraut
Wet, soggy towels
Madtv’s Spy vs. Spy
Back freckles
The names Susan or Sue, for a long time.
Sunny D orange drink
The theme song of “Laverne and Shirley”
Piles of cardboard boxes - they make me think of homelessness, or at least of some city where the poorest people make houses out of cartons and whatever else they can find.
Children with bare feet and dirty faces
Playground slides made of metal
The songs “Where’d You Go” by Fort Minor, “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac, and any cover versions, as well as pretty much anything by Elvis Costello. This is music I listened to a lot after I first broke up with my ex.
Also the song “I Can Only Imagine,” by some Christian band I forget. It was played at the funerals of two people who were very dear to me. One of my coworkers has this song as her ring tone, and I get a little sad every time her cell phone rings.
Phone calls between midnight and 6:00 a.m.
Without exception, they have always been to report deaths in the family. Why my family cannot die during business hours, I don’t know.
The smell of lavender.
The song “Be Near Me” by ABC.
Chasing Cars, by Snow Patrol.
Nine dollars.
The phone ringing, especially in the evening.
I thought of another one:
Corn syrup
Gin
Easter lilies and poinsettias.
When I was a little kid, my grandmother owned a nursing home - family would never come to visit those sick and dying people. Even on the holidays they never came to visit and would send those plants instead. Those two plants scream lonely death to me.
Horseradish.
I once ate an Arby’s roast beef sandwich with Horsey sauce; the next day I had bad things coming out of every orifice, thought I was going to die, and then was afraid I wouldn’t. THat was 25+ years ago and I still don’t like horseradishy stuff.
Pastel mints. It used to be just the sight of them. Now I have to smell or touch them. It only took me 25 years to get to the point where I could see them without shuddering and gagging.
Castor oil! 
Peas and carrots. I got sick after eating them in elementary school, and I STILL can’t eat peas, nor carrots in little cubed shapes.