In honor of Dr. Seuss’s birthday, a childhood memory: once when we were small my dad was cooking us lunch, and said, hey, would you kids like some green eggs and ham? And we said Yes! because in our minds was this:
Green ham, you see, and fried eggs with a lovely green yolk in the middle of the white. We were, as I recall, quite curious about how Dad would pull off this culinary feat, but we figured he knew what he was doing.
What he did was fry up some ham, which remained disappointingly pink, then scramble some eggs with a drop or two of blue food coloring.
Green scrambled eggs. Picture that, and curse my name for putting such a picture in your brain!
My brother and I refused to eat it. I remember Dad going into the parental chorus of but you said you wanted them and I put in all that work but he admitted years later that yeah, they looked terrible, and he wouldn’t have eaten them either.