This reminds me of a funny story. As a new bride, my mother was hanging out with her new SIL (also a new bride.) For lunch, their husbands wanted an egg sandwich. Momma made a scrambled egg sandwich in butter and bacon grease, and gave it to Dad who immediately asked her what it was because 'it's not like momma makes.' The SIL decided to make her husband a more proper scrambled egg sandwich. She beat the eggs frothy, added a cap of milk, seasoned them, gently cooked and folded them bread size. She took it to my uncle who looked at it and said 'that's not like mom makes!' My mother had a moment of brilliance and decided they wanted FRIED egg sandwiches. She made them both a fried egg sandwich where the yolks were thickened but still could drip. No, not like momma made either.I made my husband his first ever scrambled egg sandwich. It was 2 eggs scrambled with dashes of cream, pepper, and salt with a slice of American cheese melted in while cooking, then placed inside of 2 slices of soft pumpernickel bread slathered with mayonnaise. I put some bacon pieces inside of it. It's not quite like when I was a kid (just scrambled eggs with salt and pepper with mayonnaise inside of white bread) but he really seemed to like it. How anyone can go over 50 years and never have eaten a scrambled egg sandwich is beyond me!
Both were pretty dejected - we are talking the 50s here. So they dutifully went to their MIL who listened and patted hands before taking them to the kitchen where she fired up the skillet, dumped some grease in and tossed a couple eggs in to a sizzling skillet and watched them dance in grease as the whites crisped on edges before she took a fork and pierced the yellows. Then she flipped and pressed the eggs so they oozed all the yellow into the grease. She then put the grease-drippy eggs on white bread and cut them in half. Evidently this was the equivalent of ambrosia to Dad and Uncle Ken.