Every item in the fridge has made at one point or another into that gooey mixture. Tomatoes, basil, garlic, shallots, cilantro, bell peppers, chiles, corn, spinach, croutons and cheese have all been mercilessly sacrificed to my craving de jour.
Even when I've had nasty egg things, like the commune eggs from Mao's (I know it's shocking that commune doesn't equal delicious) I still ate all the egg out of the dish. They've been burned into our collective food mind, I know this because X just sent me a recipe for a better (edible) version of the dish and it's been over a week since we were subjected to this trauma.
