One of my all time favorite things to eat are eggs. Scrambled, poached, fried, with fish sauce, a Spanish tortilla, and on and on. Well, microwaved eggs are questionable for me. Another childhood trauma maybe. I learned to scramble eggs in kindergarten. My Mom was not afraid of us hurting ourselves. I think we wanted to cook so bad that we didn't want to screw it up by getting hurt. That's how life was. You wanna do something and you get hurt. Well, you better shut the hell up or you'll never get to do it again. We were with little tears and crying when it came to pain or blood as kids. I don't recall a cooking accident growing up. Maybe some oil splattering, but that's it. We got hurt in many other ways though. My Mom kept a first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom so we knew where to go without attracting attention from Uncle Nha or my Mom. We couldn't escape the big bumps on our foreheads or the swollen lips though. The four loco amigos. The good old days. Scrambled eggs, Chinese sausage, and rice with soy sauce and black pepper. Our staple cook yourself food since the age of 6.
Jennifer Bryant and Scott Robertson eggs. They are so orange and incredible! This one of the best breakfast sandwiches. French bread lightly toasted. Spread canned French butter. Once you have this butter you'll never want to eat any other butter. Its almost like a cheese with so much more depth than regular old stick butter. Spread a layer of mayo on the other side. Add arugula, tomato and a fried egg slightly runny. Yum Yum! Once you close the bread up, the egg pops and soaks into the bread.