LOL. I wonder sometimes why I even flip the switch on the stove or oven for that matter.
This morning as I was rustling up some chow (well, I am back in Texas after all) I was trying to fry up the eggs for a quick bite to eat and, well, I lost an egg.
As usual I am not sure how it happened but one minute I had the egg on the griddle, I looked away and then when I looked back it was sort of on the griddle, a lot on the burner and some egg goo going further somewhere I’m not sure.
Really? What I want to know is why did everyone else in my family get the cooking “gene” and myself the pre-made don’t-burn-it-in-the-microwave-or-just-go-out-and-get-a-bite-to-eat-gene.
Oh yeah I’ve been banned from two newsrooms from popping popcorn.
Back to not cooking my meals.
