I was at my uncle's house, age ~13, and he prepared us a fresh batch of taquitos. I ate one, and while I enjoyed it, I couldn't help but notice that there was something markedly different about the flavor from the ones I had at home. Looking inside there was a foreign fluffy yellow substance, which made me inquire my uncle as to its contents. His response was "Um... you mean the eggs?

" to which I responded "Ooooh, so that's what they taste like!" Despite enjoying them, my pickiness has forbidden me from ever trying them again. The next time I die I'll make sure to report back with my date of birth and date of death, as certainly my case will be an interesting one.