The Fried Eggs Have It

Toast with jam and peanutbutter. And grapes.

Most of the tales of my Great Grandparents, who opened the family home as a hotel in the late 1950s, suggest they were not natural customer servers... I recently heard one about eggs (which the scrambling of tonight's supper ones put me in mind of).

One morning my Great Grandfather (presumably the breakfast chef that day) walked in to the dining room and asked "who's for poached eggs?" -- a smattering of hands were raised -- "fried eggs?" -- some more -- "scrambled eggs" and so on. Once everyone had put in their request, he announced: "the fried eggs have it" and disappeared off to the kitchen.

I wish I was even a little bit this audacious.