My ex had food allergies like that. She's my ex now for a reason. FUCK YOU BITCH I'LL EAT MUSTARD IF I WANT WHEN I WANT!!!
I'm assuming there was more to it than that...or you
really 'effing love mustard.
Seeing large amounts of ranch dressing does make me gag a little, but I do like to put small amounts at a time in a little saucer for dipping if I'm eating plain potato chips or something.
I don't know if it's a phobia or my anxieties piquing, but ovens scare me...I frightened to reach inside when cooking for fear of being burned no matter how careful I am or fear of dropping whatever I'm cooking due to my weak grip, causing a fire & dying before I can get my pets, irreplaceable sentiment laced items & myself out. Also, I'm simply
swarmed by intrusive thoughts of people & animals being burned alive when I look at one...