Soft-boiled egg epiphany!
After writing this and realizing "wow, you ARE a coward!" I decided to make a soft-boiled egg despite a quite vivid internal shiver traveling through me. I own an egg cup (bought from the thrift store because it was so darn cute; no other reason) so I watched Curtis Stone make them.
YES, I WATCHED A VIDEO ON HOW TO COOK AN EGG. I HAVE NO SHAME LEFT.
He demonstrated two *toys* to get the top off once it's cooked: the first was a spring-loaded device that pierced the egg top and the second was a cigar tip-cutter looking thing. Then if you don't have these TRULY SPECIFIC TOOLS IN YOUR KITCHEN ARSENAL he showed how to simply cut across the top and lift off the lid.
Okay. I went with Door Number 3 and tried to cut across the top of my hot egg. Na...it just crumbed in my fingers, but I finally got the bugger off and dipped my La Brea Jalapeno Cheddar soldier in to the yolk. Took a bite, hit a bit of crunchy shell and...
FLASHBACK!!!!!!
Having the flu, throwing up, watching my mom try to feed me dripping egg yolk, HITTING TINY BITS OF SHELL, smell of sulfur, gagging, and throwing up again.
Mystery solved! Who needs a therapist when you've got Curtis Stone and his toys to isolate the problem.