Damn... never knew my diet was a trigger for so many people. I love egg salad, especially if made a little zesty, heavy on the mustard and paprika.
Funny story: About 10 years ago my FIL spent the weekend here, helping me catch up on splitting firewood. He's a super-early riser, like 3-4am, so we were getting out there before sun-up each day, meaning I was ravenously hungry by the time we'd break for lunch at noon. One of these days, he asked if he could quick use the table saw to cut some trim for a project he was working at his house, before we went inside for our lunch. I agreed, and then watched him cut his finger off with said table saw, as I'm standing there Jonesing for a sandwich.
Long story short, I run him to the ER, quicker than an ambulance can get to us. Being a holiday weekend, they had to call the specialist hand surgeon in from his day off, so we had a bit of a wait. Still beyond starving, I run down to the hospital cafeteria and grab and egg salad sandwich on toast, and take it back up to his room with me. I'm sitting there chowing down on it when the hand surgeon walks in, as the nurses are preparing my FIL for surgery. He takes one look at my FIL with his mangled hand in the air, and then me sitting next to him, stuffing my face with an egg salad sandwich and an iced tea.
He just says, "boy, you sure aren't the queasy type, are you?" I just say "nope", grin, and keep on eating.
