I remember as a kid sitting down at the breakfast-table to a plate of perfect over-eazy eggs. Brother's eggs were perfect too- as were sister's and Dad's. But often Mom's plate had eggs that were misshapen & malformed, w/ busted yolks and tattered whites. It was years later before I learned the pride of sharing only the best of your bounty; of indulging loved ones w/ the choicest and best.

Today, like Mom, I prefer my eggs less than perfect. I don't mind a busted yolk- or even a slightly burnt piece of toast.

Another oft-snubbed food I opt for is lumpy mashed potatos. In fact, while some folks like them whipped light, creamy and perfectly smooth, I purposefully stop mashing early just to ensure some bumps and lumps- almost just to prove they're real.

What less than "perfect" foods do YOU enjoy? Are there any "flawwed" foods you prefer?

Yes, as I may have mentioned before on another thread, I like the spaghetti noodles that are lumped together when someone forgets to stir the pasta after they add it to the boiling water.

I prefer my mashed taters lumpy!

But like your mom - I'll serve you the good stuff first. It's always been like that in my house. The "mama" got the ravioli that broke in the water while cooking, she took the broken meatballs, she ate her sticky buns from the outside row so others could enjoy the center ones, she ate the ends of the breads, etc.

Maybe it's just us oldsters that do it.

Burnt Toast, Burnt Steaks, Not perfectly round tomatoes, potatoes with eyes, iced tea with too many ice cubes, and maybe a few other things.

Jon will actually leave his cereal open so it goes stale and he does the same with chips.
He likes them better that way.
I love hot dogs off the grill that are a burnt.
I hate pie when it is hot. I never eat mine til I have it in the fridge for a while.

I remember as a kid sitting down at the breakfast-table to a plate of perfect over-eazy eggs. Brother's eggs were perfect too- as were sister's and Dad's. But often Mom's plate had eggs that were misshapen & malformed, w/ busted yolks and tattered whites. It was years later before I learned the pride of sharing only the best of your bounty; of indulging loved ones w/ the choicest and best.
I even do that when I make Jon's plate. Kind of silly when you consider he cannot see it.