I don't like eggs. I will eat them fixed only certain ways, but I am not going to rush out and fix them. Maybe it is in part that I really don't like breakfast. I seem to be able to do eggs better for a supper meal. I remember at Easter being with my grandparents and Papa used to tell me that I could not open my Easter basket until I had eaten an egg - or the Easter Bunny would take it back! Now what sort of sense does that make?! None. But to a little girl dying to get to chocolate eggs and such, it was a way to get some nutrition in me, I suppose. Either way, I never saw that "rascally wabbit" come around to reclaim anything!