When I was in junior high (7 - 8 grade) and high school (9 - 12 grade), I was a member of the school wrestling team. Near the end of the season of my 8th-grade year, we were scheduled to travel out of town for a wrestling meet. We had to be at school before school started to catch the bus for the trip. Because Mom taught school (Kindergarten at Holdaway Elementary) and Dad drove the school bus, neither of them would be able to drive me to Afton to catch the bus (20 miles one way from my home in Thayne).
Mom and Dad arranged for me to spend the night at Grandma (Lavon) and Grandpa (Clint) Jasperson's house (515 E 4th Avenue, Afton, Wyoming). Their house was just up the street from the school (the high school and junior high school were located between Jefferson Street and Madison Street on 4th Avenue when I was in school but have since been demolished).
After wrestling practice the night before, I walked to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Grandma fed me supper and I slept in the extra bedroom. The next morning I got up, showered, and prepared for the day. When I came to the kitchen, both Grandma and Grandpa were making breakfast for me. Grandma had prepared grapefruit and some slices of toast for me. Grandpa was frying some eggs on the stovetop.
SIDE NOTE: In my family as a kid, my mom would on occasion buy grapefruit for us to eat for breakfast. We had special spoons with serrated edges to use for eating our grapefruit (we called them "grapefruit spoons"). Mom would cut the grapefruit cross-section in half. Then we would sprinkle sugar on the exposed grapefruit sections before we ate it. We could use the grapefruit spoon to cut around the edges of a grapefruit section and then dig out the meat to eat it. After eating the meat from the grapefruit, we would squeeze any remaining grapefruit into the spoon to "drink". We considered grapefruit for breakfast as a special treat and a break from our normal breakfast.
Grandma told me to sit down and start eating while Grandpa finished cooking the eggs. I noticed that Grandma had already sprinkled sugar on my grapefruit and (bonus for me) she had carefully cut around the grapefruit sections for me. All I had to do was use my spoon to put the cut, sugared grapefruit sections into my mouth and enjoy! After the blessing, I picked up my spoon and put a juicy slice of grapefruit in my mouth and began to chew. Only something was terribly wrong.
At that moment, I learned that Grandma Jasperson liked to put SALT on her grapefruit and NOT SUGAR!
Either that or Grandma had mistakenly put salt instead of sugar on my grapefruit. I never dared to ask. I just choked down the pieces from the grapefruit.
As a young man, I had often heard my dad tell about how Grandpa Clint liked to eat his eggs runny. My dad taught us all to eat fried eggs with runny yolks. Mom would cook fried eggs over easy. Then we would dip our toast in the yolk to eat toast and egg yolks. Dad often told us that Grandpa Clint liked to eat his eggs runny.
While I was eating the grapefruit, Grandpa finished frying the eggs. He put two on a plate and handed the plate to me. At that moment I learned just how runny Grandpa liked his eggs. Not only were the yolks runny on my fried eggs, but the whites were also still runny. The whites were so runny that the egg whites had a "cloudy" look where some parts were kind of white but other parts were still a bit see through.
I was a bit scared of Grandpa Clint. I did not dare tell him that the eggs needed to be cooked a bit more. I scooped up one egg, closed my eyes, put the whole thing in my mouth, and swallowed. Luckily, I did not gag! So, I repeated the process with the other egg.
Fortunately, the toast was made using Grandma's homemade bread with lots of butter. I spread peanut butter and honey on a few pieces of toast and enjoyed eating them.
After my breakfast filled with surprises, I walked to school and caught the activity bus for the wrestling trip.
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