I have never fried an egg in my life before today, a fact that Mark found incredible. I don’t cook much to begin with, so why on earth would I fry eggs if I don’t eat fried eggs? I mean, I have one once in a great while if Mark cooks them, or if eggs come with my meal at IHOP, but I don’t remember ever having eaten one before I met Mark, and they still really aren’t on my list of favorite foods, so why would he think that I should be proficient at making them? Humph. Bah. Pffffffft. :b Anyway… wanting me to make him some breakfast, after he got over his incredulity, Mark talked me through frying him up some ham and eggs this morning. It cracked me up that the food, along with preheat indicator in the center of the pan, made this giant happy face.
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