Scrambled Eggs. When I was a kid in Philadelphia (are you listening, Sandy?)....(more)....
I used to sit at the breakfast table and just
stare at my scrambled eggs, until my mother
would finally say "alright, go to school, but
you'll eat them when you come home for lunch!".
When I came home for lunch, the eggs would
still be sitting on the dining room table,
but my mother had gone back to bed, and I
would throw away the eggs and make myself
a PB&J or a fluffer-nutter.
This went on for years, until she finally
accepted the fact that I was just not going
to eat my scrambled eggs, and I started
getting cereal for breakfast.
Nowadays, I make scrambled eggs all the time,
and I'll even order them in restaurants.