Remember that part on Runaway Bride where Richard Gere asks Julia Roberts how she really liked her eggs, because she ordered them differently depending on who she was with?
It's taken me a good amount of time to figure out how I really like my own eggs. I honestly didn't know.
For the longest time I wouldn't even eat eggs, because my ex-husband liked his over-medium and so did my kids, but the thought of that runny yolk was gross to me. I never bothered going out of the way to make an egg for myself; I usually either ate a bowl of cereal or waited until lunch.
Anyway.
I stumbled upon a recipe that I've actually found I really like. (Ironically, it comes from an ex-boyfriend who used to make me breakfast on the reg.) Either way, I genuinely like my eggs scrambled, fluffy, with Sargento cheddar cheese in them. #delicious
I'm adding that to the list of things I'm discovering about myself. This journey has been intense so far, and I finally decided to start writing about it.
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