I wanted to make Egg Foo Yung.
It was cooking class in 6th grade; mid-Passover. The teacher announced that those of us who observed Passover would be making Matzo Brei, and everyone else would be making Egg Foo Yung.
“Can I have a show of hands of those who observe Passover, please?” she asked with what appeared to be an evil glint in her eye.
Yes, evil, to me..because, seriously, Matzo Brei versus Egg Foo Young? Not even remotely fair! Plus, I’d already had my fair share of matzo brei at home for three days straight. She knew some of us were going to get the shaft. Egg Foo Young > Matzo Brei; no contest.