I was about 10 when my Aunt served me scrambled eggs for breakfast.
I looked at them and told her that I really wanted eggs over medium that morning.
She replied that she would prepare eggs over medium tomorrow.
When tomorrow’s breakfast came, she brought me eggs over medium.
I told her that I really wanted scrambled eggs.
She replied that if I wanted to have eggs cooked the way I wanted, that I should cook them myself!
I said: “Teach me!”
The following day, she put a four legged wooden stool at the stove, showed me how to mix the eggs, and watched me as I stirred the eggs in the cast-iron pan.
I stirred the eggs, and stirred the eggs and stirred the eggs.
“The eggs are ready now,” she said.
“They’re not ready until I say they are ready,” I replied.
Incredibly, she let me continue cooking those eggs, until I thought they were done.
I could have patched a tire with those eggs! They were like rubber!
But I forced down every bite; after all, they were MY eggs.
And from that day forward, I cooked my own breakfast.