Until recently, I'd never made a fried egg in my life. But then, over Thanksgiving, I found out that my sister makes herself eggs of breakfast occasionally. Then I promptly forgot that information. Then over Christmas I was reminded, when my sister received a tiny spatula for flipping her eggs. It must have tickled something in my brain, because since then, I've made myself a modified version of huevos rancheros three separate times.
Never made an egg before, now I'm making huevos rancheros for breakfast. Just needed a little sisterly motivation I guess. Go figure.
This past weekend I also tried my hand at baked doughnuts--they were more like slightly tough yeast rolls dipped in butter and cinnamon sugar. None of my boys were particularly interested when they were fresh, but then the next day, the two kids came asking about them. I had to break the news that I'd tossed them. They seemed disappointed. I can't win.