So J and I spent some time practicing the over easy egg. Apparently, it is his favorite kind of eggs. (Who knew?!?) Practice did not go so well. Lots of brown "whites", popped yolks, etc. There may or may not have been some cursing. (Eggs do not bring out the best in me.) Finally, I went to bed defeated and nervous to see the guest the next morning.
Morning time rolls around and there is no bounding down the stairs. It is more of a trudge. Guest comes down and he got a deer in headlights look. He thought I was off for the day. Poor guy! I bring his fruit and then get to work on the over easy egg. I cannot do it as J does, so I do it my own way and....
The guest was pleased. I was elated.
I can now say "How would you like your eggs?"
Of course, I am living on a prayer they don't say poached.