Let me say that I do not have an allergy to eggs. That’s always the first assumption when I explain that I don’t eat them. I simply don’t like them in any way, shape, form, or fashion. I actually wish that I did and every once in a great while I try again to see if my taste buds have changed and so far, that hasn’t happened. I know all about the good things and that doesn’t make a difference. And I have been at social occasions where the understandable assumption is that everyone eats quiche and it is such a lovely brunch or lunch item. That’s all true and those are definitely situations where I wished that I liked eggs. By the way, not liking them doesn’t mean I can’t cook them. I make a lovely quiche and a good omelet other than the aesthetics of it can come into question. Scrambled eggs of course, although I admit my poaching ability isn’t very good.

Since it is not liking eggs as opposed to an allergy, I’m fine with things that have eggs that are baked in, and I have learned how to substitute more cheese for example in a recipe like the German onion tart (Zweiblekuchen) that is very popular. I reduce the number of eggs to one and double the amount of cheese, and so far, the formula hasn’t failed me and that amount of egg I can manage. This is why whenever we are in setting and someone had done deviled eggs, hubby tends to put those on his plate first because he certainly doesn’t get them at home. He does a great job with frittatas and omelets, but deviled eggs are not something that he does well either.

And yes, like virtually every kid in America, I did eat scrambled eggs when I was little and no, I honestly don’t remember when I decided that I didn’t like them. So, okay, who else out there fits into this same category?