The scent of eggs being scrambled immediately takes me back to being in grade school.

When I was a kid, my dad would make me eat them for breakfast. No matter how much I cried or begged or gagged - I had to sit in front of that stinking plate of scrambled eggs. I remember sitting down to breakfast one Saturday morning and looking at the same dried eggs at 3 in the afternoon while my ass hurt from sitting at the kitchen table for so long. (now that I think about it, isn’t that a good way to give your kid food poisoning?)

My dad reminded me awhile back of how I had told him that I’d never eat eggs when I grew up. He was right.

Eggs still revolt me. I can sometimes eat one boiled and once in a blue moon I’ll have some scrambled. But the way they smell makes me gag. I can’t scramble eggs without making a horrible dry-heaving sound while cooking them.