By the time Brian got home from work tonight (via my dad's for a bath) I had already fed the children and put them to bed. Being too wiped out to cook a second dinner, I told him he would have to fend for himself. He doesn't mind an occasional dinner of cold cereal, and that's what I expected him to make. Instead he decided that he was craving protein and started to make scrambled eggs. I was hanging out in the kitchen, talking with him about our day and watching him cook.
Brian (trying to fish bits of eggshell out of the pan): Dang it!
Me: That's why I always crack the eggs into a bowl.
Brian: Really? You do?
Me: Yes, and then you can whisk them really good with a fork without scratching the pan.
Brian: Huh.
Me: You didn't put any butter in your pan either.
Brian: What? Why?
Me: Just a little bit of butter to grease the pan so the eggs won't stick and burn.
Brian: You don't even eat eggs!
Me: Yeah, well I can cook them better than that...
Brian: Would you get out of here! If you're not going to cook it for me then stop making comments about how I'm doing it wrong!
So I left...
For a minute...
Me (returning to the kitchen): Your eggs are burning.
Brian: Well someone should have mentioned something about the butter earlier!
1 comments:
They were delicious by the way! :)
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