Friday, April 3, 2015

A Most Egg-cellent Recipe #SecretSubjectSwap April 2015

Welcome to April's Secret Subject Swap. This week, fifteen brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.





My “Secret Subject” is:
This was the first time I tried the recipe ___________________ and it turned out ____________ than I expected.

It was submitted by: Dinosaur Superhero Mommy  (Thank you for such a fabulous subject! It really brought me back to my childhood!)

I had a struggle deciding where to go with this. Then I decided I would bring you guys way back. I mean really far back. It was probably 1988 or 1989. I was five, maybe six years old, and I was trying my hand at cooking for the first time. I had mastered toast with peanut butter and regular peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I really thought it was time I stretched my culinary skills, and actually cooked something.

I decided I would make scrambled eggs. My dad is an excellent cook. He is a Master in the kitchen. Yum yum yum. He mostly cooks Southern Cuisine and Italian. I feel like he could really cook anything, as long as he has a recipe. Is it any wonder that I am fat? I grew up on delicious food. 

So, here I was a big girl, or so I thought, and I was certain I could make the most delicious scrambled eggs. I had watched my dad make them a million times. I could do it no problem. Easy peasy.

I remember I gathered up all the stuff I would need, including a chair to stand on. My dad was busy working outside, and so I had free reign of the kitchen. I am pretty sure my plan was to make my delicious eggs, eat them, and clean up, and have my dad be none the wiser. 

I cracked the eggs, added the salt and pepper, and scrambled them right up. My dad walked in just in time to watch me plate them. So he helped me get them all onto the plate and turned the stove off. Then he told me I had to eat them. Every single bite. He said I had to clean the entire kitchen after, and that I had better never cook without him again.

I remember thinking I had gotten off so easy! This was great! I got to eat my eggs, and then I just had to clean up the kitchen after. Basically, I got to finish my original plan. It was like the best day ever. I remember thinking that I had proven I was such a big girl, and maybe my dad would let me help to cook in the future. 

My dad had taken a bite, while he finished putting them on the plate, so I knew he already knew how delicious they were. This truly was the best day ever. Then I took a bite. The most awful bite of eggs ever in the history of all bites of eggs. For starters, I didn't realize my dad always made so many eggs, because he was feeding multiple people. I needed far fewer eggs just for myself. Secondly, I did not exactly crack them perfectly. There were a few pieces of eggshell in them. Though, if I am honest, not bad at all. There really wasn't that many in it, and the pieces were tiny.

So, I am guessing you are thinking that it was not all that bad. Well, did I mention that I really had no clue about salt? I do not remember how much salt I put in. Really, just a few shakes. They must have been the biggest shakes ever. I really could not even taste egg. I just tasted salt. Nasty salt. Looking back, this could be the reason behind the fact that I do not like salt, and eat the absolute minimal amount of it possible. 

I tried to get out of eating those eggs. Nope. My dad made sure I ate every bite. Every single, salty bite. Come to think of it, I am really not a big egg fan either. I like them boiled, but I am really not a big scrambled egg fan. Yes, maybe this adventure in cooking is the reason for all of that. 

I have tried some strange things over the years, but I still list that batch of scrambled eggs as the WORST thing I have EVER eaten. They were nasty. Lesson learned. I never cooked again without my Dad's guidance and permission. It was a hard, disgusting lesson to learn, but I learned it. 

So....

This was the first time I tried the recipe for scrambled eggs and it turned out much, much, much, MUCH worse than I expected.



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13 comments:

  1. I can see you sitting there with your Dad eating those eggs and it reminded me of the first time I made sweet tea.......To say it poured out of the pitcher like syrup would be an understatement! Sweet memories. Oh I do still drink my sweet tea though!

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  2. Oh my! Well at least you tried and learned about seasoning right?

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  3. Hahaha....what a way to learn a lesson! My favorite way to make scrambled eggs is to add a spoonful of cottage cheese for every 3 eggs. Delicious!

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  4. Ugh!! That's a hard lesson to learn. Although I'll give you tons of credit for trying it yourself! I once tried to make cookies. The recipe called for 11/4 cups of butter. I read it as "eleven fourths" and proudly did the math to determine that I needed 3&3/4 cups! I'll let you guess how that turned out! My dad watched the whole thing with a funny look on his face and then laughed when I tried to bake them!! :)

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  5. I had a disney/mickey mouse cookbook when I was a kid and used to make eggs for my parents. It wasnt worth the mess, I imagine. my brother and i never cleaned up after ourselves

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  6. I am so glad you liked the prompt so much! I think you rocked this, what an experience and lesson learned. Dino mixed some raw eggs, olive oil, and veggies which Daddy was in the bathroom...I did them that next time he would have to pay for all the groceries he used.

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  7. I think we all learn a tough lesson when we first start cooking on our own. I made a burger in a pan but didn't know about seasoning so I added none. Yuck. Lesson learned.

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  8. Hahaha, I can't believe that you made scrambled eggs for your first cooking adventure! Having to eat them was probably the worse punishment than being scolded.
    I didn't feel the need to cook independently but I did sneak cookies and chocolate from the pantry by night.
    The yuckiest thing I remember having made was a cheese quiche. I was probably 15 or 16. What I did is I used up all the leftover cheese we had in the fridge. Some were clearly not made to end up in a quiche. Eeeeewww!

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  9. Thank you for my morning giggle. I can just imagine the look on your face as you had that first bite. The first time I tried to make an omelette when I was 10 I don't know what I did wrong, but it ended up as broken up bits of burnt egg and nothing else. It was certainly a long time before I tried cooking again.

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  10. Oh no! My kids love to make scrambled gags. They don't use salt, they just load them with cheese! :)

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  11. I can cook pretty much anything, but savory breakfasts elude me. Not even pancakes. :(

    I feel your pain.

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  12. Awesome, I am a cook but love that your dad allowed you to prepare him some delicious eggs. :)

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  13. AWW!! This is such a cute story!!! Well, except for having to eat alllll the eggs!! BLECK!! LOL

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