January 8, 2005 - Flat Eggs

Like many children, Erin was (who am I kidding with "was?") a terribly picky eater. Even with things she would eat, she was particular about how she wanted them prepared. Take eggs, for example. She liked scrambled eggs, but didn't like them light and fluffy.  N-o-o-o-o-o-o. She liked them dry and flat. Very flat. At my parents' one weekend, my father rose to the occasion and decided to make Erin perfectly flat eggs. I have no idea how he did it, and have never been able to duplicate it as well as he can, but he made her eggs that she could pick up and eat like a piece of pizza! She was in heaven. If only she was that easy to please at other meals!