Many years ago, when I was still a child, my mother came down with the stomach flu. I could not have been any older than 6 or 7 years old, but it still is very clear in my mind and I know my age because of the house we were living in at the time. It was left to my father to cook for us, my mother was that ill. The only thing he knew how to cook was fried eggs. And so . . . we had fried eggs for every meal that day. Sometime during the night afterwards . . . you guessed it . . . I got the stomach flu myself. It was many, many years before I could ever face a fried egg again. In fact, it has only been in recent years. One thing Easter always meant in our home was that there would be plenty of eggs to be eaten up. Mom used to blow some of them out for scrambled eggs for those of us who couldn't abide fried eggs, and then the others would get fried eggs. Always served with butter fried slabs of salty ham...