King's Crown wrote:
> I was about 7 and had the mumps. I was up before the crack of dawn with
> what else a sore throat. For the first and last time my dad got up with me.
> He suggested he make breakfast and we watch the sunrise. That sounded
> wonderful to me until I got my plate of sloppy wet scrambled eggs. I said
> the one thing that dads can't stand "That's not how mommy makes them." I
> was sunk then, because my dad wasn't going to let me not eat them, because
> according to him "Mommy has been making them all wrong." He forced me to
> eat them and I threw up and missed the sunrise. To this day I don't like
> wet eggs. On the other hand my son instructed me that he likes scrambled
> eggs the way Grandpa makes them. It took me several tries to get the out of
> the pan wet.
>

Wet scrambled eggs. I hadn't thought of those, but I remember my
grandmother making them that way. Yuck.

Even now, at restaurants, I order my scrambeled eggs DRY.