Please learn how to cook fried eggs.
People who like fried eggs.
Now, who do I send this letter to? Who is responsible for the sad state of affairs when it comes to correctly frying a bloody egg?
Probably someone by the name or Sam, or Nella.
Anyway, bad puns aside, when it comes to the simplicity of frying an egg, there seems to be 4 choices available:
Sunny side up – 90% raw white, mostly cooked yolk (although who knows; raw and cooked yolks look pretty much the same)
Over easy – 50% raw white, cooked yolk (but the yolk is never as good as sunny side up).
Over medium – See ‘over easy’.. It’s the fucking same. Don’t tell me it’s not.
Over hard – 110% cooked (rubbery) white with a dry, overcooked yolk.
Mmmm, delicious. Oh, wait, no they aren’t.
Frying an egg is simple, Dennys/IHOP/any breakfast diner in America!
All you’ve got to do is NOT be in a rush to get it out to the customer and let the white of the egg actually COOK. We can wait an extra 45 seconds; just cook the bloody whites will ya! Then you wouldn’t need to add a disclaimer at the bottom of your menus telling us that eating raw eggs can be harmful.
It beggars belief that this is a thing, and that it’s completely acceptable! Are you telling me I could be POISONED by your eggs?
Imagine getting your tyres [tires1] replaced, but the mechanic only half bolts your wheels back onto your car, and then hands you a disclaimer telling you it can be dangerous to drive with unsecured wheels?
Dangerous? It’s practically lethal!
Just put the wheels on properly, I mean….you’re RIGHT there! Just bolt them on fully!
My wife is in her thirties and has never liked fried eggs. I couldn’t understand why and I pleaded with her to let me cook her a proper fried egg. She finally agreed, and I fried her an egg the right way. I watched as her pupils dilated while her brain rewired her feelings about fried eggs. She had a look on her face that was somewhere between confusion, disbelief and utter joy; she loved it! And now, three decades into her life, she’s finally enjoying fried eggs, as long as they’re cooked by me.
So please, America, learn how to cook eggs! I’m sick and tired of sending them back to be finished, or having to order scrambled eggs when I don’t want them.
ICU – Poisoning ward,
Las Vegas County Hospital.
1 – It’s ‘tyres’, not ‘tires’. The latter is a verb.