My mom - a dubious chef at best - used to to make a scrambled egg/sausage oven-baked concoction to impress overnight guests.
It was good, in that Wal-Mart solid, Betty Crocker spongy kinda way. The warms wafts of mystery meat and over-cooked egg were rare enough that they always signaled a kind of eventfullness, and at their savory best, holiday cheer.
She was so cute for always pulling that trusty 'guests are here' recipe out of her little olive-green recipe card box.
I'm gonna call her and tell her I love her today.