The humble egg is our breakfast for most days of the week. I like egg in any form except boiled egg. I actually love the taste of egg white, but I just cannot stand the taste of yolk. If I had to eat it slowly, tasting it, then I would most certainly puke. As a child, my breakfast to school, day in and day out was boiled egg with milk. I hated egg yolk and remember telling my mother that I can’t eat this thing. My mother would dismiss it as fussiness and would insist that I ate it.
I remember clearly that in those days, we were staying in Lucknow, and our house had an aangan (or an open courtyard) before the main house entrance, and we lived on the first floor. There was a ledge-like area in that aangan, and I got into the habit of dumping the yolk stealthily on the ledge every single day. Thus I took care of this problem, till my dad happened to chance upon a bulk of rotting egg yolks. And, it was clear who was responsible for it. I still remember the firing I got from dad that day. From that day on, mum made sure that I ate my egg in front of her. And, I had to pinch my nose and take water to wash down that hated thing.
Since then, I have really disliked egg. Now, luckily, I don’t have to eat the egg yolk. I just pass it on to my husband 🙂 (who loves boiled eggs) or my kids.
I have seen that sometimes, in their urge to make you like a certain food, parents force it upon you, thereby, cementing your dislike forever for that food.
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