Simple Morning Pleasures.
I have spent the last 20 years grumbling that my various and sundry offspring were philistines when it came to food. When they were smallish, they would sooner have pasta with no sauce, and hotdogs, than anything that we could whip up in the kitchen. The oldest child, to his credit, was a more adventurous eater, and claimed at a very early age that clam chowder soup was his favourite. The middle child, was a master at clamping his jaws shut and not eating anything that didn't pass his smell test. We were so jaded when the third boy came along, that we were convinced that there was a conspiracy afoot to make sure we didn't eat anything interesting again. When the 2 youngest reached the fine old age of 17 and 19, they magically started eating.......well....things. "Would you like to try pasta with spinach and chicken?" They reply, "I think I will try that!" We had been released from the gulag!
That brings me to the subject of eggs. I always have eggs in my fridge, because I am a last minute baker. On weekend mornings, I usually wake up fairly early, and may....or may not decide to make muffins. This morning, I mixed up my dry ingredients, went to the fridge for the eggs and milk....and found the egg spot empty. Expletives bounced around the kitchen like ping pong balls!
I used to have my egg inventory in control. I was never caught eggless. Recently, the middle child has discovered scrambled eggs. All the years of making eggs on weekends, and he would never eat them. But, when a friend shows him how to make scrambled eggs, he is suddenly a convert. He is now making scrambled eggs....... EVERY MORNING! Even son # 3 has jumped on the band wagon and is scrambling away before going to school. Now that the great egg misconception of the 80's, with all of it's evil cholestrol has been put to bed, I don't admonish them about eating so many eggs, as it is better than sugary cereal, but I have been caught without eggs more times than is acceptable. No more baking on a whim. No more devil may care muffins or quickbreads. I have been robbed!
This morning, my ever gracious husband drove to Sobey's at 7:50 a.m. just to make my complaining stop. He brought back 2 dozen. Later we went for groceries and bought 3 dozen more. That makes 5 dozen! You would think we were farming a section of land with a family of 12.
I made my muffins. Vanilla Pear with a Streusel topping. They were sublime.