Until just over a year ago, I loved eggs. I had perfected scrambled eggs, lived for a good poached egg and, if I had a busy lunch hour, a quick boiled egg with spinach was enough to get me through to dinner.
Truly, nothing compared to them.
Until one lunch hour when, suddenly, my plate of scrambled eggs suddenly made me feel sick. Racing-to-the-bathroom sick, unable-to-even-handle-the-scent sick. It happened within seconds of taking a bite.
Hoping it was just a weird one-off...