It’s not hard to fry an egg. Really, it’s not. But that didn’t stop me from making my latest “as seen on TV” product purchase.
Yes, I want to make perfectly round eggs in little microwave dishes. Yes, I do. I want to crack an egg into the red plastic pan, whisk it with a fork, cover it with the clear lid and place it into the magic microwave. I want to stare at the glass window as the turntable spins my egg to perfection.
Maybe it is my childhood obsession with the easy bake oven, but I am entertained. One minute later, the bell tings.
Presto, my egg is ready to be placed on a sizzling burger. Did I say burger? Yes, I did.
The egg is a vital component to my Cheesy Western, a delectable burger invented at a tiny, 10 seat, tavern in my town. While it won’t top the original, it will be a respectable replica. Egg, burger patty, cheddar cheese, relish and onions on a bun. Oh, wait. I realize I’m making a Cheesy Western, with. That lingo means the onions are included. (I may not speak Starbucks but I do speak Texas Tavern!)
With Glee, I take the first bite. Hearty, rich, sharp, sweet. It is a well crafted blend of tastes. Comfort food at its finest.
I still have the microwave bell to answer, but thanks to my new egg cooker, I have one less egg to fry.
[Challenged to write a post based on selecting a lyric from the first random song on my i pad, I hit shuffle to see what song would play. I decided to take a lyric out of context for my post. If you want to listen to the song that (dare I say) loosely inspired this post, here it is! ]