My husband’s aunt June was the consummate nurturer. She’d always be rustling in the kitchen, trying to find something to fill the bellies of her visiting family. At least once, she’d serve her pride and joy: Eggs on Toast, or as she’d call it, “Your Mother Loves you….”
We still say those words as we dive into a plate of gooey, delicious, runny, golden eggs. We eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We eat them when we have nothing else to make.
My kids have already mastered making their own. William likes scrambled. With LOTS of pepper. Mimi likes scrambled. With NO pepper. Andy likes sunny-side up. With toast. And bacon. I like deviled. With capers. And bacon.
The egg. It is one of my perfectly favorite foods. I. Love. Eggs.