I Attempt To Be A Chef

Since my parents were both at work this morning, I decided to try a little experiment.  Something you should know about me, is that I'm not exactly the best cook in the world.  I can make scrambled eggs, pasta, toast, milkshakes, ice cream sundaes, brownies, and quesadillas.  (In other words, if I had to provide myself with my own food I'd die of carb overdose in a matter of days.)

But this morning, I decided that I wanted to learn how to make fried eggs.  It couldn't be that hard, right? Wrong.

I'd never done this before, but I assumed you start by putting the eggs in a pan and turning on the stove. So I did.  Then I realized I had no clue what do do next, so I asked youtube and found a promising looking video with a British narrator.  

"Pour a spoonful of oil into the pan and turn the heat up to high"

Me: Ooops...  (pours some oil over the eggs which are already in the pan)

"Wait for the eggs to cook"

Me: (waits)

"Now take a spahtchoolah and place your eggs on your plate."

Me: Hehehehe, British people say "spatula" funny...

"Yum yum! Thanks for watching!" (video ends)

Me: Hey, why aren't the whites turning white like in the video? They're still clear! (stirs eggs) Hmm... thats a little better.  Oh! I know what this needs! (sprinkles cheese onto sizzling egg mixture)
~after another minute or so~
Me: Hooray!  They don't look raw anymore!  Time to eat!

So I took my spahtchoolah and put the frambled (fried+scrambled=frambled!) eggs in between two pieces of bread.  And you know what? It actually didn't taste half bad!