COOKED: Fried Eggs Galore Or "Close To You"

You know that song by the Carpenters, Close to you? Yeah, it makes me think of fried eggs. Vice versa, too. I think it has to do with the dopey, sappy smile I get on my face whilst chowing down on a perfectly fried egg. I just discovered this joy! A few years ago I had this cool method for making omelettes which would result in a twirly pattern on one side of the eggs. They looked downright snazzy. But I got sick of them, sick enough that I have held off any major egg eatings for quite some time. Until now! I admit that while the feeling has been dwindling (I DROPPED MY PASSION AND I JUST CAN'T. SEEM. TO. FIND. IT. Get my glasses!), I have been rather egg obsessed for the past week and a half. I've eaten more than a dozen eggs, to be sure. I think that's an ok thing to do. Right? Right. It's said that cravings (real ones, I suppose) should be fed, because one craves something for a reason, like the lack of a specific nutrient. So, I've been abiding by that rule. Guess my stomach has been craving noshing on undeveloped fetuses.

What. Too far? Nah.

Chow, Lucia