How do you like your eggs?

Salty?  Or, Soapy?

I know, you thought I was going to say, scrambled or fried. 

Nope, not in my house. 

For the record, my husband can cook.  He can follow a recipe, and he especially likes baking, but he can not seem to get scrambled eggs right. 

When we were engaged, he came over to my apartment and made me breakfast.  I'll never forget sitting next to him at that table, scooping up a bite of scrambled eggs on my fork, taking a bite, and then wanting to vomit. 

It was as if I had just put a cube of salt in my mouth.  Really.  I remember him saying they couldn't be that bad, then he took a bite, and made a sour face as well.  Ick!  One of the saltiest things I have ever eaten.  We still talk about it.  (Obviously...)

This morning, my sweet husband made us breakfast.  I take a bite of my eggs....  ummm... soapy.  "Soapy?" I know you are asking yourself.  Yes, soapy.  The skillet was dirty, he washed it, and of course didn't get all the soap off.   "Well, no big deal, it's just one time," I know you are thinking to yourself (do you like how I try to read your mind?), but it's the SECOND time that he has served us soapy eggs.   Honestly, I think soapy eggs are worse than salty eggs.

I walked over to John at the stove and whispered that the eggs were gross and soapy.  (I had to whisper because the last time I announced it at the table, the kids wouldn't eat theirs (which didn't bother me at all...).  Though, Trevan still knew something was up and didn't eat his this morning either...)

John sat down to eat his eggs...  "You can barely taste it,"  he said. 

"The fact that you even said, BARELY, is not good," I responded.

"You can hardly even tell," he added. 

"HARDLY?!  There shouldn't be ANY soap in scrambled eggs!"

Consider yourself forewarned - if you eat breakfast at our house and we serve scrambled eggs, just make sure John wasn't the one cooking them.