Some of you already know this, others this may come as some surprise but I suffer from a phobia. A phobia that has been a challenge in my life thus far. I have been taunted and teased something cronic for it. But know I feel that it is my time to share this horrific story with you all. I suffer from Leguminophobia. Now, for all the doctors among you or all those who have just Googled it, this is the fear of something so terrifing to me yet has brought such ease and joy to most people.
yes, this is the fear of the baked bean.

Mr Heinz…you go some s’plaining to do…

I have no idea how or why I have this but its there, it can’t be ignored nor can it be cured, im pretty sure my feelings towards this variation of a vegetable will stay the same until my dying day. Of course when I shared this revelation with some of my friends they thought it was hilarious. They did everything in their power to get me close to a bean even hiding one under other elements of a fry up without me knowing. Nice try guys.

Growing up with a family of bean lovers was tough. Sometimes didn’t know if i would make it through a lunchtime, but it was when I went to university i found it the toughest. The breeding ground for the bean. I thought I could keep it a secret. Running at the sound of a can opener for fear of what may be inside. Alas, i could not keep my secret. That one day, when walking in the kitchen to half empty bowls of beans! The thought of that now physically makes me want to throw up. I had to get out of there and quickly. My housemates soon discovered, it was me or beans.

I have now learnt to restrain and control my fear. With my friends and family now knowing not to cook beans around me, strictly
spaghetti hoops. Im even thinking of starting up BBA (baked bean annonomous) for those who too suffer from this illness. No longer must I or any of you that share this fear suffer in silence.

You may have won the war Heinz, but we will win the battle.