Someone Wants a Fried Egg

It is after nine in the evening and I want a fried egg. This is a breakfast food, but who cares write now. I am going to get the butter out of the refrigerator and turn on the pan on top of the stove and then put a nice chunk of butter in. It will not sit in there too long because if it does it will end up burning a bit and ruin the taste.

It is a delicate thing, cooking an egg like this. I like it so that they yellow yolk is runny. If it gets hard it just does not work for me, and if it is not cooked enough, well that is just gross. I have a special spatula that I use and it has been handed down for three generations now. It is my favorite and it is handed washed after every use and hung up in a special place.

It can not be eaten alone, so I am going to have to make something with it, how about a piece of toast? This will be used to help me scoop the egg into my mouth and then when the yolk is sitting on the plate after everything else is eaten I can use it to soak it all up. This is actually going to be very fun indeed. I think that a gatorade would be super to wash all of this down and then it will be off to the bedroom with the wife for a bit of television. This is a side note, but that new Ironman movie looks like it is going to be sweet, so will go and watch that this weekend. Alright, off to the kitchen for a fun time.