I may not have left home with a full culinary arsenal, being the youngest of five girls, but I knew how to make a good cake, an array of cookies, a pot of steamed rice, and eggs. Scrambled eggs to be exact. Perfect scrambled eggs to be even more precise. I would actually consider myself a scrambled egg snob. I have so rarely liked scrambled eggs when dining out, I gave up ordering years ago. Once in a blue moon, I will be tempted and snatch a bite off of someone else's plate, but am always disappointed. What seems to be such a simple task, seems to allude most short-order cooks. What gives?