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Over the last few weeks, I've been developing a taste for eggs. This is significant, because for the last ..oh, fifteen or so years I have thought of eggs as rather nasty things. They kind of made me gag a little. But recently, I have started to appreciate them. For one thing, I found that I adore egg sandwiches. I keep having these cravings for eggs, like my body is in need of something they possess. I used to think of them with disdain; now, the thought of eggs makes me mysteriously happy.

Here's the trouble: I am twenty-six years old and a tolerable cook (when I take the time). But I have spent all of my cooking years averse to eggs. So I cannot make them. This afternoon, arriving home from work tired and hungry, I had the joyous notion to fry up an egg. Nothing simpler! Except that I burnt the white to the pan, broke the yoke, and flipped half of it onto the burner. Oops. Pan and egg - the latter unsalvageable - are now in the sink. I ate some leftover rice instead.

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  1. Successfully frying an egg is actually rawther complicated. I think it helps to put some butter in the pan first. But the spatula under the whites without breaking the yolk is hard!

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  2. dude. i learned it in amsterdam

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  3. thanks for your support. i'm still pathetic. :)

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  4. Thanks, Christian! It's been slow going the last few months, but I hope it'll pick up pretty soon!

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