I have what might be considered, in kind fashion, a wide palette. It could also be considered an unparalleled lack of taste. It’s not that I don’t suitably appreciate the finer things, I just happen to enjoy crap too. I grew up in a household where entrees that consisted of Kraft Dinner mixed with X (canned tuna fish, canned green beans, canned chili, cut hot dogs) made regular rotation. So, if you catch me eating processed cheese product from a can, please understand that I suffer from some sort of food based Stockholm Syndrome. One can only handle so much exposure until they are turned.
A typical breakfast for me is oatmeal and eggs. The oatmeal is Scottish style steel cut and I eat it with butter and maybe a hint of brown sugar. If I am going really wild, I’ll throw some raisins in there for good measure. The eggs I typically boil and eat in pairs. All in all, a breakfast of this champion. It has served me well for years now, but strange deviations now exist; readers beware.
I woke up kind of frisky this morning and decided I wanted fried eggs instead of the usual boiled. As I reheated the oatmeal (made the night before as it takes 30 minutes) the eggs sizzled away, finishing right as I was dusting the top of the oats with a sprinkle of brown sugar. Normally, I would begin to eat the oatmeal as I peeled eggs between bites, eliminating the need for an extra plate. The fried eggs demanded a bit more effort for consumption though. Not wanting to dirty a plate, I placed the eggs on top of my oatmeal in the bowl and began to eat both. I ate both together and I loved it. I enjoyed it so much that I’ll be doing this tomorrow too, mixing the lovely yolk with the tasty oats, MMM!
If I really am some strange hostage to poor taste, don’t bother a rescue attempt.
But when I vomit you will have to clean that up.
As much as I would like to say I would vomit from such a processed food diet, I’m afraid I “suffer” from such a Stockholm syndrome myself. Spam with eggs is actually kinda tasty…