Just made scrambled eggs with chanterelles my mom found growing wild in our yard, baby dill, onions and garlic. Totally delicious, subtle meaty flavor, they were well cooked, fluffy eggs, everything was perfect about this breakfast.
My roommate took one bite, said "yup, tastes like chanterelles!" then poured ketchup all over them, mixed them with his undercooked overspiced potatoes, and said "looks like another phenomenal breakfast."
I fucking hate cooking for these people.