The Incredible.....

Edible, egg!!!! Let me tell you, I am officially a grown up. Let me explain why.

When I was little my grandma tried to feed me a poached egg. (To this day I don't even know what a poached egg is, but that's what my mom tells me) I gagged and made a big fuss and wouldn't eat the thing. I wouldn't touch eggs growing up "unless they were baked in a cake". That's what I used to tell people anyways, when they asked how I like eggs. I wouldn't come within feet of eggs. I hated the sight of them, and I most definitely hated the smell of them. When my dad would ask "how do you want your eggs, Meg?" I had to growl at him because I couldn't understand why he never remembered that I HATE EGGS!!! When I got a little older, and I'm talking a few years ago, I got brave and tried my mom's baked eggs. I figured there was enough bread, cheese, meat, and veggies in them to even taste the egg, so why not? I added a little hot sauce and scarfed them down! Pretty soon I was asking my mom to make egg bake every time  I was home. Time went on and Matthew and I were out for breakfast one weekend. I wanted a breakfast scrambler platter thing, that came with, you guessed it, EGGS!! I decided to face my fears and ordered it with my eggs scrambled.....with the same thought process that there was enough other stuff in it to drown out the egg taste, and maybe even enough other stuff that I could just eat around the eggs? Well, to my surprise, I liked it!!! The next time we went out for breakfast, I got an omelet. I got it at Perkins because I figured it was my best bet at getting a "good" one. I had that thing gone in a matter of bites!!

That was a few months ago. About two or three weeks ago I was really hungry one morning, so for breakfast I made myself some eggs and sausage in the microwave. I added enough cheese, salt, and pepper that I couldn't even see the egg. When I was home this past weekend and my mom made brunch, she asked how I wanted my eggs. For the first time EVER I did not GROWL, and POUT about the fact that "nobody ever remembers that I DON'T LIKE EGGS!!", I simply told my mom...."as long as the yolks are cooked I will eat them". She probably pooped her pants a little bit, because I have never answered with that pleasant of a response. My mom made us fried eggs, and I ate two. This morning, I made myself a fried egg and put it on an English Muffin with cheese and ate it. I couldn't even taste the egg!!! I'm already looking forward to having it again tomorrow for breakfast :)

 All I have left to conquer is a deviled egg (I probably won't ever like those), potato salad (ewww!), and a plain old hard boiled egg. I'm thinking hard boiled is the only other type that stands a chance. If I can digest a hard boiled egg I can do a pickled egg, because I love me ANYTHING that is pickled!

That, my friends, is my story about learning to like the incredible, edible, egg. I also feel like I am finally a grown up. That certainly does not mean I'm going to act like one, though!