Yet she told me a story of when she first got married and started cooking for my grandfather, and decided to make him a pie. She had heard that, when in doubt, add an egg. So she whipped up an apple pie and threw in an egg for good measure. She set the pie on the windowsill to cool (old school, right?) and when my grandfather came home from work, sliced into it. And there, amidst the apple filling, were scrambled eggs.
...and he ate it anyway.
I guess there's still hope for me yet - maybe when I'm 70 I'll finally have my act together!
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