Showing posts with label eggs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eggs. Show all posts
September 14, 2011
Bacon and Eggs
I wrote about how Mum used to make Hot Pot which was mouth-wateringly delicious. I felt it fitting to also write about the bacon and eggs that my Dad used to make. I didn't realise that there was something different he was doing - his style of bacon and eggs are the only home-made bacon and eggs I've had. Quite recently, a friend of ours, Sushmita, was eating a bacon and eggs breakfast when I discovered that this style of making bacon and eggs was unique to my Dad. I asked my Dad where he picked it up from - he doesn't remember; said this is the only way he's ever made bacon and eggs. What's the style, you ask? Simple. Fry 2-3 rashers of bacon together and break the egg on top of it. The egg gets fried and glues the bacon rashers together. While eating, the egg takes the 'edge' off the bacon, enabling people who normally detest fat to comfortably wolf down the bacon and eggs breakfast. I found it pretty amazing that I've become used to a way of preparing bacon and eggs that not many people follow. Thanks, Dad.
September 9, 2011
Lateral Thinking That Begets Smiles
On the morning of my birthday while in the third year in college (I was turning 20, for those keeping count) I was greeted by a couple eggs being smashed on my head, courtesy my beloved Prayer Cell gang - which included a few seniors and batchmates. Later on when Mum called to wish me, I told her of this and her response stopped me in my thoughtflow. She said "Aiyaiyo... Why are they wasting eggs? An egg cost Rs. 1.50 per day, and it could be given to the poor!" I was like, "MUM! I'm your son! You're supposed to be mad at them for smashing eggs on my head!!!!" Like this, there have been several times in my life where my Mum's lateral (I'm not sure that's the word to describe her totally different and awesome thought processes!) thinking has tripped me up completely. Unexpectedly. And has then gone on to give me plenty of smiles over the next few days and years. For being so different that it evokes a smile on my face every now and then, thanks a lot Mum.
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