So basically as a new (young) bride I had to start from scratch. I married a very finicky egg eater and after being scolded for imperfect over easy eggs, I began throwing eggs away if they weren’t “just right.”
I must have ended up throwing away dozens of eggs while perfecting my egg cooking skills. I thought I must be a slow learner. I just had to learn how to cook an egg!
Had he known, my thrifty, finicky husband would have lectured me about wasting food. But as the words of the song “Margaritaville” say, I thought it was “his own darn fault.” I never did reveal my secret.
Practice does make perfect, as it is said, and eventually I learned how to cook an egg.
After the death of my first husband (no, not my cooking), I married another wonderful man. I was pleased that I could cook perfect over easy eggs for him. Being the thoughtful man he is, he didn’t mention for some time that he really preferred his eggs over hard.
Oh, the cruelties of life! I don’t mind saying that it was very hard for me to break those yolks!
