How is it that we can go our whole lives liking something, then one day realize maybe that something isn’t for us anymore?
Until last weekend I liked poached eggs. I liked the special pan to cook them in (the free water method can get so messy) and I liked how they start off in tight compact packages only to spill open with gooey yolk when pierced with a fork. I especially liked them as breakfast for dinner.
This morning I just made poached eggs for breakfast at the normal time. When I sat down to eat them, I looked at the plate and wanted to be sick. The same thing happened last weekend too. I thought it was a one time thing but I’m sad to say it appears this was not an isolated incident. Then I thought maybe it was just poached eggs but when I think of eggs in any breakfast form, I — ugh. I can’t.
I’m afraid I don’t like eggs anymore.
And I know, there are children starving. I’m lucky to have eggs to eat. But I’m telling you guys I’m revolted at the thought. And now I’m second guessing every egg I can remember eating. Were those delicious fried eggs in Ixtapa a figment of my imagination? Were my mom’s perfectly fluffy scrambled eggs not as wonderful as I thought?
My research (and by research I mean a Google search and scanning of some articles) shows that while your taste buds can change every 10 days to two weeks, that’s certainly not going to alter a lifetime of preference. And yes, hormones can play a role, especially with pregnant women but take my word for it, that’s not the case either. Smell could be the culprit but the texture is more offensive to me than anything. Of course, there’s also the theory that flavor preferences aren’t set in stone, so just as we can train ourselves to like one type of food, perhaps it works the other way around too.
Regardless of the reason for this sudden change in taste (literally), I feel lost.
“It’s like I don’t even know you,” I thought to myself this morning. Did I ever like eggs? Why did I eat them? Are they really that good — or just good for you? Because they’re easy? Or is it just the socially acceptable thing to do? Will I be that girl at breakfast who has to explain why she doesn’t like eggs? Will my mom still love me?
WHO AM I?
Perhaps I’ll have a change of heart (or tastebuds) and one day, I’ll start liking eggs again. Who knows — maybe I’ll even come around to liking cilantro (doubtful). But until then, it looks like I’d better stock up on cereal.