Sent from my iPhone. Ok. Seriously. I don't know what my problem is, but I can't cook an
egg to save my life. This morning, all I wanted to do was fix 3 fried
eggs. Instead, what I got was a mess of eggs that stuck so tightly to
the bottom of the skillet that I couldn't flip them, so I went for
"sunny side up". by the time I finally got them out of the pan, the
yolks literally fell off the whites and bounced across the plate. That
was about the time Steve walked in the kitchen and sweetly called them
some sad little guys. God love him, he ate them anyways. And, my
"nonstick calphalon" skillet is STILL soaking - even after 2 attempted
scrubbings with barkerps friend. Quick release, my butt.
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