This week alone, I have made green eggs and hash, orange eggs, red eggs (which truly aren't for the culinary-faint-of-heart), blue eggs and Christmas confetti eggs (this highly complicated dish requires both green and red eggs with opposing colored peppers diced in them).
As I prepare them, I spout Seussian wisdom to the children, "Try them, try them you will see, you will like _____________ (fill in with the appropriate color) eggs and _____________ (whatever side dish is joining them on the plate)!"
The children cry out in unison, "I will not, eat them with a fox! I will not eat them in a box."
Once again, I declare, "Try them, try them; you will see!"
"Oh Mom, just let us be! We do not like _______ eggs and ________!"
This is all part of the procedure of course. I set down their plate of steaming, colorful eggs and delightful side dish. They try a bite in reverential silence.
"Say, I like these green eggs and hash! I will eat them, Mom-I-am!"
Of course, we then recall all the places we would eat these eggs and with what sort of animal we would willingly dine with.
And just to think, if it weren't for a clever and talented man named Dr. Seuss, what literary fun could we have at breakfast?
Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!