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August 18, 2014
If someone broke into my house and told me I had to eat eggs again or they'd kill my mom (because these sorts of scenarios are very common), and that person showed me, on FaceTime, his accomplice at my mom's house with a gun pointed at her temple, and they offered me eggs in any style (but not as an ingredient in, say, cake), I'd go with egg foo young, hands down. Even now, fervently anti-egg and a little nauseated by the mere thought of eating them, I must say I miss that goop and its odd brown starchy gravy.