The pressure cooker. I've bought a Ninja with an automatic release as a result.
The iron. Guess that was why she wouldn't use it.
The sewing machine. I'd sew my fingers together.
Looking out of windows. I'd instantly defenestrate myself if I got as close as the windowsill and cut myself to ribbons and bleed to death. Meant that the public health/don't throw paper planes out the window looked safe, as the girl only hurt her leg and there was no blood at all.
Thunderstorms and the phone+television. Despite the fact we didn't have an aerial on the roof (because of this), if the TV was on, the lightening would ignore every other house, building and lightening conductor for miles and focus upon the back of the telly at ours, nowhere else. It would also sneak down and lie in wait if we walked past the phone, so we couldn't go upstairs - think the window terror featured in that, as we might have thought to look outside. We had to listen to Radio 2 on her largest radio until the sun came out - the radio had a six foot long metal aerial she'd stick out of the window to make sure she could get a signal throughout the storm.
Herbs, raw vegetables, wild fruit and meat/fish that wasn't a combination of carbonisation and tanning. I'd be poisoned by all of the above and die in agony, especially if I'd had something as a inherently deadly as a Medium steak and a salad with herbs and sliced raw mushrooms in it, along with some homemade coleslaw and - gasp - more poison/pasturised mayonnaise.
Lakes, ponds, puddles, swimming pools, rivers, the sea, canals, boats, ferries, trains that went over bridges over water, large buckets and being any closer than 30 foot to water.
Crossing the road next to us. Cars did a hundred miles an hours down it and I'd die instantly if I walked down the pavement, never mind attempted to cross it, as it was huge and I wouldn't be able to walk across before a car appeared from nowhere and mowed me down. I tried a few years back and the fear when I was crossing this perfectly ordinary road still hit me. Never saw anyone do more than about 20mph in 40-odd years.
Horses. Cows. Geese. Birds in general. Trees and being outside at all in case there was a thunderstorm.
The big one. Salt. The root of all evil. Unsmoked bacon was soaked in milk for 24 hours, then rinsed, then washed, then rinsed, then put into the microwave until warm. Homemade bread didn't have it, pastry didn't have it, nothing was allowed the slightest trace of seasoning. Pity, really; it might have made the chips made from green sprouting potatoes and rancid oil that was around 9 months old slightly palatable.
It was her fears really, wasn't it?