What is it with Mom's cooking....

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...that nothing would ever tastes the same. Especially the ordinary everyday food like scrambled eggs. "...all you have to do is beat the eggs with salt and pepper, let the butter melts in the pen and pour it in..." my mom said, smilling encouragingly one morning, the day I moved out of my home, all grown up. Of course it's easy for her. I tried making scrambled eggs, I tried scrambled eggs from numerous diners and restaurant, nothing ever taste like mom's. I switched to cereal instead. Now, I have scrambled eggs once in a while only, when I go visit my mom and stay over for the night. The next morning, I know I would wake up to the smell of mom's scrambled eggs and french toast. I will come down and see mom in her apron, all smiles, spatula in hand. I will sit on my stool at the counter. Coffee brewing somewhere. It used to be hot chocolate then. It's coffee now. Me and my mom. In her kitchen. That's the closest I ever get to heaven