I know it's wrong. I know I'm not supposed to like it. Everyone tells me to stay away. But do I listen? Oh hells no.
It's just too good. I'll take it just about anywhere. Even in places nature didn't intend for it to go. So hot. So sticky. Heaven help me, I even love it when the gooey stuff goes everywhere.
Yep, I love fried eggs. Lately, they're my main vice.
Yeah, I know they're kind of wimpy as vices go, but you have to cut me some slack. I don't really drink all that often. I haven't smoked in a long, long time. I don't like to gamble, and I've been with the same guy since I was twenty. I'm aware that maybe it puts me a little on the boring side, but I'm a pretty upright citizen.
Which doesn't leave me too many options on the vice front. So fried eggs it will have to be.
But why should I have to make excuses for something that tastes so good? Plop one of those bad boys on just about anything and it goes from ordinary to awesome. Hash browns. Grilled cheese. Fried chicken.
Regular burger becomes awesome burger.
Oh yes, I made and ate that. Without shame, baby. Without shame.
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And let me tell you, that was one mighty fine burger :^)
Fried eggs. Really? I can no longer be your friend. (Just kidding. Obviously.)
adrienne, that's so weird - all week long in Greensburg, we (me and rachael and juliet and nicole) were talking about fried eggs on top of unlikely foods! got to say, i can't join you in this particular vice :)
YUM.
YUCK. :)
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