I'm Nuts

As a kid I was told that I was allergic to walnuts. Or at least I have some vague memory of being told that. As an adult it never really mattered much to me. You see, I don't like walnuts. Actually I dislike them. Pecans too. Which, incidentally taste an awful lot like walnuts to me.
The thing I was never sure about was whether I always had disliked walnuts and had made up a story about being allergic to them or if because I was told I was allergic to them, I had begun to dislike them. Childhood memories are to say the least unreliable.
As an adult, I doubted my sanity even further. I believed that when I ate walnuts, my throat would be just a touch scratchier, drier than normal. Not being a fan of walnuts, I rarely ate them. In fact the only time I would eat a walnut was when it was hidden in something. Something like a muffin. And what I'm about to tell is something that I know is a little crazy and so knowing that casts doubt on the rest of what I had been thinking. This is it: I like all sorts of other nuts, but I hate any nut inside a cake like found - notably muffins, because it seems bakers love to put nuts into their muffins. It is a texture thing I suppose and I don't think that is too crazy. What is crazy is that I don't like brownies even if I know there are no nuts in it.
Now obviously brownies represent the double whammy - not only are they are cake like food with nuts in it, but invariably those nuts are walnuts. Disgusting really. The crazy part is that even when I am told there are no nuts in them (which essentially makes it a short little bite sized chocolate cake and I do like the sound of a short little bite sized chocolate cake), I just have to look at them and I can't help but get the taste of walnuts out of my mouth. I'm like Pavlov's dog.