A biscuit bomb went off in my face.
I never opened a biscuit (cinnamon roll, crescent roll, etc.) can again.
But that all changed one night when I was home alone with the kids and I needed to get dinner started and eat or I was going to bite the head off a kitten in a low blood sugar rage. It was in this desperation that I found freedom from my phobia.
To this day I put on my mitts and hold the can as far from my face as possible. Like magic the fear subsides and I open my eyes and peel the label like a sane person.
I know someone out there can use this.