Did I ever tell you that I used to hate scrambled eggs? It what my mother used to make because they were the easiest. She did overeasy as well, but that was a special thing reserved for weekends, when Dad wanted them.
But any other time, I was praying for cereal, because I HATED scrambled eggs, up until I was a teenager. She’d given u trying to cram them down my throat for a few years by the time I was on a week long school trip, at a place that only had scrambled eggs one morning. There was something like bacon to go with it, I guess, but how much bacon can you really eat?
So I ended up eating the eggs, and I LOVED them! Well, that might be a little strong, but I didn’t hate them, and this realization was pretty amazing for me.
As soon as I got home the next week, I asked mom to make me some scrambled eggs, and after her initial surprise, she obliged me, and they were just awful.
Turns out she would just crack them into the pan and mix them up right there as they cooked. Didn’t like them at all.
We learned together how to make good scrambled eggs, though she resisted the idea of putting milk in the cup with the eggs, or garlic powder, or cheese, but once she got past this, her eggs were AWESOME.
Moral of the story, you put a little effort into everything you make, except cereal; that, you can quickly throw together.