We can all make toast and pb&j. The first real dish I learned to cook was scrambled eggs. I was about seven years old and I had seen it done a thousand times: crack the eggs into a bowl, add a splash of milk, scramble. Pour into a hot pan, add all the cheese your heart desires, stir. It’s not hard, but success in scrambled eggs gives a young cook confidence. If she can cook eggs, maybe she can  bake a loaf of bread, and if the bread turns out, maybe she’ll roast a chicken.

I love expanding my cooking horizons, and I try a new recipe about once a week. Foreign cuisines, unknown ingredients, new techniques–I’m here to try it all, and make some delicious food along the way.

So to answer the age old question, as only a cook could: the egg came first.