Wednesday, February 15, 2012


   I was distracted this morning while making breakfast.  I cracked five eggs in the pan and then was called away.  I had planned on scrambling them in the pan, but by the time I got back they were set into one enormous fried egg. 

   I did my best to scramble the yolks and called them "frambled" which is half fried and half scrambled.  It reflected how I was feeling. Fried because I was tired and scrambled for turning in different directions until I was dizzy.

   In an amusing twist of events, instead of a ruined meal to start the day, the breakfast turned out to be a big hit.  Apparently it's all in how you sell it.  What has you feeling frambled?

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