I often hear my Mother’s gentle voice as I cook scrambled eggs. “Make sure the heat is not too high; you only need to stir every so often; never let them go brown”. Hers were always soooo good and all they needed was a little salt. And, if they were fried eggs cooked in bacon grease, they stood on their own without any fancy salsas or cheesy nonsense. Eggs in bacon grease – that was a special treat indeed, that only occurred on Saturdays and Sundays. Cartoons and eggs. Maybe bacon. It was an excellent combo, to say the least.