A couple of mornings last week, I was out early in the morning and Jack had to get Mary ready for and take her to school.  After the first time, I asked Mary how the morning went and she bitterly complained that Dad made her eat eggs and she did not like them. 

(Jack and I both strive to always send off Mary to school with a good breakfast in her tummy— some good solid protein especially when all Mary wanted was cereal or a piece of brownie from last night.)

How does Mary like her eggs?

The way I like them.

And how is that?

The way MY mom always made them.

Fried, almost burnt edges, with a runny yolk.

Fried eggs

Of course, when I was growing up, I questioned why Mom ALWAYS makes eggs this way.  She would prepare 2-4 eggs and serve them family-style, in the center of the table.  No one gets a whole egg, one would usually take part of one (a little bit of the white, some of the yolk) that would fit into the 2-bite pan de sal and have a little sandwich.  Nobody is ever that hungry in the morning.  For a family of seven, you’d think those eggs will be devoured in 2 seconds, but, no, usually there would be an egg and a half left congealing on the plate by the time everybody has gone off for their day.

But, Mom never cooked eggs scrambled, or over easy, or sunny side up or poached or hard-boiled. Always the same fried eggs.  One may not be as burnt as the other, or the yolk will be well-cooked and not as runny… but always fried.  I always thought, maybe it is the cast-iron skillet that my mom used over the gas stove which has only one setting— High— and my Mom. like any other busy mom, multi-tasks in the morning so she does not pay particular attention about the eggs cooking in the stove, hence the burnt edges.

Maybe, that is just the way she liked them.

Now, its the only way I would have them.

Eggs cut and served

Mary loves eggs

And it seems like, its the only way Mary likes them, too.