“YOU NEVER KNOW what you have until it’s gone.” It’s a bit of a cliché, but it’s true. And never more seriously have I learned this painful lesson than when I said goodbye to eggs.
Growing up, I was always put off by their sulphuric smell and bouncy, scrambled texture. I turned my that my grandma would serve, needing to douse them in ketchup or salsa and scoop them up with warm tortillas in order to get through a plate. Otherwise, I generally avoided eggs whenever I could.