Inspired by the snow day today, I actually made myself breakfast (if you can call it that at 10:30). This one is for my dad. He's the one who got me started on this I'm pretty sure. However, now I'm finding out it's called by many names. Oh well. Whatever it's called, I'm still a big fan. So, all you do is melt some butter in a pan, cut a hole out of the middle of a piece of bread, and crack an egg in that hole. Then cook! Delicious breakfast. I like to leave the yolk a little runny, but it's completely up to everyone how they like their eggs.
After being reminded, I realized how I left someone out of the list of people who taught me how to cook. That person would be my dad. Luckily, he definitely knows what he's doing in the kitchen since there were a lot of weekends where my mom had to work so it was up to dad to feed the kids (aka me and my brother). I also remember a certain person telling him that they liked his meatloaf better than their mother's. So thanks dad...and next time I'm home can you make me breakfast?
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