Saturday morning I made something my Mom frequently made when I was growing up (well, allegedly growing up...). Scrambled eggs with mushrooms and baby peas. Some salt, pepper, and occasionally a little Texas Pete and you've got a full-fledged breakfast happening.
I don't know how she came up with that combination so I'll have to ask her some time. It's good and it holds those childhood memories that make it taste even better. As everybody knows, "Nobody can cook like Mom."