My mother was the family chicken fryer. I even have a wonderful video of her cutting up a chicken and frying it - all showing her from the neck down. My Aunt Wanda was a beautician (Beauty Operator) and would give my mom a perm when we'd visit. During the chicken cutting up and frying my mom's hair was in various stages of perm-dom.
The last shot on the video is a beautiful medium shot of a platter of chicken which opened up into a long shot of mom holding the platter with her new perm. It cracks me up every time I see it.
My own private egg salad these days is the corset. I've been contacted by a few venues who'd like me to 'create a corset for THEM!' as well as a magazine and - of course - that's what I'll be doing on Knitty Gritty. Believe me, I'm not complaining - it's a fun pattern and I love thinking up variations on a theme. But I also have to keep an eye on the fact that it IS a theme, and if I go around singing it too much I'll become Johnny One Note.
So, I'm glad I'm good at the egg salad, but I have to be sure that they know what a mean chicken I can fry up, too!