I always have eggs on hand. I'm a baker - there are some things you always have on hand... Butter, various sugars, flour, cake mixes, cupcake papers... and eggs. So I made scrambled eggs!
Scrambled eggs have a special place in my heart. They remind me of growing up and the nights that Dad was in charge of dinner. A lot of times we would have something on the grill... but if he was really winging it... scrambled eggs with a side of toast. So tonight as I was "slaving away" at the stove cooking scrambled eggs it made me smile thinking of my dad. I think I'm doing alright if I'm following in his footsteps... scrambled eggs and all. (Love you, De Da!)