Scrambled? Fried? Sunny side up? Boiled? Poached? Omelette? Scotch egg?
Oh how I despise eggs! I have never eaten them & never will eat them. The smell gets to me first, then the texture, then the sight of them looking all kind of rubbery like especially fried & boiled ones. Ewww.
My family loves them though & throughout the years had tried to encourage me to at least taste them…let’s just say they never tried again! I remember my grandparents loving boiled eggs with slices of toast or fried eggs on slices of ham with chips. My mum liked hers boiled or poached & my sister would eat them anyway but especially liked omelettes.
It wasn’t until I started waitressing that they really got to me. People would request omelette upon omelette or fried egg with ham upon fried egg with ham. All I saw were eggs, eggs, eggs. They taunted me as I delivered someone’s dinner that had a wobbly fried egg on top where I’d place it down with a smile on face cursing at the egg inside my mind. Then I realised every time I got home that the eggs had followed me. Its scent had attached itself to me & all I could smell was egg & chips! So not nice.
So eggs are my enemies & I will continue to avoid those wobbling fried ones that ooze out across the plate when you pierce the yolk…*shivers*…