Eggs over easy
The flipping an act of faith
Sometime yokes on me
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Heh!
Yep!
hahaha great one Ina!
Glad you like it, Lynn. 🙂
Ha ha! Not fun when we miss the flip!
It gets messy. 🙂
hahaha yes, this is the story of me and eggs. my husband gets them right: omelettes, poached eggs, you name it.
My grandson taught me how and I’m still working on it. 🙂
Good one – you gave me a chuckle 🙂
I’ll never see yolks in the same light again 🙂
Thanks, Eric. Glad you are laughing.
I eat them scrambled, and hubby likes over easy. I get it right about ….mmm 25% of the time
I bet they taste good anyway. Mine do, especially since I have the over easy egg on toast.
Hehe 😉 You’re cute!
Thanks, Christy. 🙂
Light, over easy…like eggs. Delightful. Thank you.
Glad you like it. Thanks.