Brain Lapses, Cop Calls, and Fried Eggs

On a day when my brain decided to post two blogs and Sue's brain decided to butt dial 911, I also decided to make eggs for breakfast.

No, it wasn't an actual butt dial (but that's what we call it), just an errant finger. Don't despair, I didn't set the house on fire while making breakfast, and the eggs were tolerable —  barely though. (I just needed an opening that might possibly have grab your attention.)

Once Sue assured the 911 dispatchers that all was well over the phone*, I headed downstairs. Although I recently posted about making french toast, I seldom make a real breakfast but usually just have cold cereal. (Please note that a fellow blogger, Kate, has assured me that the Canadian Press style has it as french toast, french-fried, french bread, french door, etc.)

Breakfast is the one meal that Sue and I don't share. We tend to eat at different times and in our own corners while doing our own things.

With that out of the way, I now present my preferred method for doing quick fried eggs in the morning.

1. I put the round circle container rings in the pan along with a dollop of butter.

 2. The butter on one side of the pan melted soon. Since Sue prefers eggs hard, and this one will cook longer, that will be hers. After adding the egg, I sprinkle cheese on top. 

3. I have flipped ↓ Sue's egg — a little too soon, as it broke. Sometimes, I can keep the egg inside the ring when I flip but not on this morning. The second photo shows both eggs after the flips. I should also note that I deliberately break the yoke on Sue's egg but not on mine.

4. Because I like my eggs just a wee bit runny, I have set it aside while I let Sue's cook longer.

5. They are ready ↓ to be taken upstairs to my lady. The English muffin got a little cool while I was finishing the eggs. The hardest thing for me to do in the kitchen is to time two things, but you'd think one could time toast fer cryin out loud. However, the morning had begun with two blog posts and a 911 butt call, so I guess it would have been a little much to expect to get this little something right.

Brekkie was only fair-ta-middlin. The last time that I made eggs, they were pretty well top notch, but I found mine very mediocre this time. Perhaps, it was the English muffin which was both just warm and also a trifle stale.

I don't know why I buy English muffins. I don't like them all that much, and Sue must not either as they have sat for a week-and-a-half and there are still two left.

There was once a brand called Thomas: a company that made both English muffins and crumpets. They were so much better than what can now purchase. Thomas disappeared from the shelves at least five years ago. It has been a sad passing that I still mourn on a regular basis.

* I took care to add "over the phone" to how this errant 911 call was dealt with. There was a time, 17 years ago actually, when Sue also did that, and the police came to the house to make sure that all was okay, certainly giving me the once over. I assume that it now happens too often to be able to follow up like this. They do take care to assure themselves as best as possible over the phone.

Now, Sue has reminded me that JJ also did it when he was a toddler. His dad gave him an old phone to play with, but we learned that old phones can dial emergency, even without sim cards if the phone is still charged. We were babysitting, and two police came to the door. Fun times.