This one's for you, Dad

[redchair66]

While I was busy showering and getting dressed this morning, the hubby lion sweetly fried me an egg, made me tea and toasted me some bread. The egg had been fried in wonderful little bits of crunchy garlic. Then, as I sat down, I had a vivid "you'll understand when you're older" moment. I was eating Dad's classic breakfast

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On the nose

[spiritdog]

Oh my yes, eggs on toast. For me it is not from my father but my mother. I reviled the idea as a child. Unscrambled eggs are gross!

However even now I remember every minute step. The timing of the toast, crisp but not burnt. The right amount of butter, just enough for flavor. Then the egg, over medium, just enough yoke to thinly cover the bread, but not too much or you get mush. They are cooked with spices which I will only reveal to my children. Then for her the kicker was blackberries on the side. The bite of them did not let the eggs overpower you for the rest of the morning.

To this day when I make them the process follows those same rules to the letter. It is a ritual as much as food. And when I make them I think of her on a Saturday morning making her favorite meal and being happy.

Re: On the nose

[redchair66]

Ooh that sounds wonderful! I think a lot of rituals are food-related in some way. It's a comforting set of actions. Something great, too, about having those actions passed down through family.

[salix42]

Love it! I think I ate like my parents when I was young, so this one is not so huge for me. I do find myself teaching like my dad sometimes. that cracks me up. Anytime I catch myself being like my parents, I laugh. Sometimes I wish I could make it go away. When they are gone, I will want it all back again, I am sure.