# Sunday, 23 March 2008

Chuckling eggs

When I was a boy (cue "old time" music and black-and-white photos of men in flat caps), my mum used to make fried eggs for supper sometimes. She used to call me over to listen to the sound of the eggs frying in the pan. It's worth frying eggs just for this alone, as they make a lovely, soothing sound, which she used to call "chuckling eggs."

Tonight, as the Boss was making supper, she cracked some eggs into a bowl to make fried eggs. Without any fiddling at all, the eggs landed in the bowl like this...

OK, maybe it's my imagination, but if those eggs aren't smiling, then my name isn't George Smith.

Erm, wait a sec...

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