I’m making scrambled eggs. It’s not easy (for me).
Chris runs into the kitchen, stops short, stares, and retreats. I hear him in the next room: “Martin! Help! Smoky! Help! Help!”
He’s right. The smoke alarm blares, the children sprint around, screaming and laughing.
My motto is “As long as everyone survives, it’s a good meal.”
. . . . . .No one died right?
Will
Right. No injuries, and lots of exercise from the panicked running around the house.
And the top part that I scooped up off of the burnt part was delectable, if I do say so.
I make my scrambled eggs in the microwave!