End of one childhood trauma

I think I may be dealing with an old childhood trauma of mine. This trauma involves Weisswurst, a peculiar kind of Bavarian sausage. The town where I grew up is pretty close to the Austrian-Bavarian border (actually, it used to be part of Bavaria until the late 17th century), so the local cuisine goes back to Austrian and Bavarian origins. This has its advantages — the local Brezeln (pretzels) are excellent — but also its disadvantages, such as the weisswurst, which was ubiquitous, and which I really hated as a child.

Come to think of it, one of the advantages of moving to Vienna was to increase the distance between myself and the weisswurst (unfortunately, this also put me out of reach of decent pretzels, or Zimtschnecken, or Bosna [no, I'm not going to tell you what they are — see if you can find it out via Google or Wikipedia]).

However, the weisswurst came to Vienna to haunt me. In recent years, more and more restaurants put them on the menu, they started to appear at local butchers' and supermarkets, and at the moment they seem to be something of the latest craze — you can even get the special sweetish mustard that is usually served with it (on the up side, they also started selling somewhat decent pretzels in Vienna last year).

A while ago, I decided to confront my childhood trauma and actually try the weisswurst, and it turned out that either the ones I got in my childhood were particularly bad, or my sense of taste had changed significantly. They weren't bad at all. In fact, I kind of liked them. Which is bad, as they're not particularly healthy and I don't want them on my menu on a regular basis.

Still, I feel this strange craving for them right now...