I bought some jam at the farmer's market yesterday, and decided to try something new - cherry pineapple. This morning as I was spreading it on my english muffin, I realized it has the same color and chunky texture of the goo that the mom and girl were covered with when they came back from the other side in Poltergeist. Having made that connection in my head, it was rather difficult to eat after that. My brain can be a dick, sometimes. For decades I never would touch beef that wasn't well done because eww pink. Ditto runny egg yolks. I now know these are the food of the gods, but I missed out for years. Focus: has your dick brain ever made a connection that ruined your enjoyment of something, or similar mental block that prevented you from experiencing something good?
I can't eat cole slaw because my brain automatically goes to the time I worked in a diner and someone dropped a tray of it on the floor. The sound of 5 gallons of cole slaw hitting the floor sounds exactly like vomit. I have no been able to see or smell the stuff ever since.
Cadaver lab ruined scrambled eggs and black olives for me for a year or so. After digging through back fat through a solid 2 hours to get to anything resembling a muscle, I had an aversion to eggs because they look exactly like adipose tissue. And, cancer-ridden lymph nodes look like black olives. After a while I forgot about it, but for a while I was just reminded of this cadaver.
That reminds me: I couldn't eat rice for a while after Kiefer Sutherland kept turning it into maggots in Lost Boys.
Oh Juuuuuuuuice..... Spoiler I haven't been able to eat mince meat since I worked for a place that made it when I was in high school. On my last day, three of the guys dumped a pail of it over my head. Awful stuff.