My son, Bubba, has been watching the Food Channel's series, Chopped. That's the one where a bunch of chefs compete against each other, and each week a chef is "chopped" out of the series, until only one is left standing. Apparently, this series has motivated the boy to do some creative cooking.
The other day he put down a fancy plate in front of me. Around the edges, was drizzled chocolate syrup. Strawberries and sliced radishes (which he thought were cucumbers) were arranged to look like flowers on the plate. In the middle, were two types of eggs - scrambled with onions, and a couple that were done over-easy.
It looked very nice. (I took a picture, but unfortunately, I have not been able to locate it in my files.)
"Here, Mama," he said. "This is for you."
"Thanks, Bubba," I said. I wasn't too sure about the chocolate - onion - egg - radish combination, but I figured if I didn't mix them, it would be okay.
I started on the scrambled eggs with onions. As I took the first bite, I noticed something wasn't quite right. "Dude, did you put sugar in these eggs?"
He nodded. "Sugar, salt, and pepper. And onions."
I made a face. "How much sugar?"
He shrugged. "About three tablespoons."
The boy passed on presentation, but we're going to have to work on taste, because my boy would have definitely been chopped! (His over-easy eggs were good, though, so there's hope!)