Making my daughter Owen eggies for breakfast: I’ll admit that although she asks for scrambled, I always make her an omelette instead and then I cut it up with my spatula at the last minute so it appears scrambled. They’re just more fun to make. Owen always makes me drizzle a little bit of white truffle oil on her eggs. (Fancy! I feel sorry for her future husband!) This morning she commented that the “egg steam smells sort of like caramel.” I told her that it was because I browned a big pat of butter in the pan first and that caramel is basically butter and sugar. I complimented her on her foodie nose and then proceeded to do what I do every morning during breakfast. I sit across from her drinking my coffee and just stare and stare at her as she eats. I listen to her try and recall her dreams, sleep still vaguely in her eyes.