Yesterday, I read a blog posted by my friend, Jeff Carter, where he listed things that made him happy. One line: “scrambled eggs always taste better with cheese.”
This morning, I made scrambled eggs, added mild cheddar, and am pleased with the results. Yes, they did add a measure of happiness to my morning.
Whenever I have scrambled eggs, I always think of Eleanor Roosevelt. Mrs. Roosevelt could only make scrambled eggs – nothing else. During her White House tenure, Mrs. Roosevelt would ‘collect’ people to bring to the White House dinner table, and it did not matter if she knew them, or not. She always wanted to hear what others were thinking, and experiencing.
Sunday evenings, on the second floor of the White House’s West Hall, Mrs. Roosevelt would stand at the head of the table with a chafing dish, making scrambled eggs. Lining the sides of the table was an assortment of personalities – people who would offer ideas on topics she proposed.
Mrs. Roosevelt began calling these Sunday evening White House dinners, “Scrambled Eggs with Brains.”
Since I was doing a great deal of thinking this morning while working and eating my scrambled eggs, I believe I can also call my breakfast, “scrambled eggs with brains.”