I’m out of eggs now, but while I still had some, I made this treat.
I got me a tiny little pan to cook my single egg.
I wasn’t hopeful about my chances of flipping it and having it land back in the pan, rather than on the stove, the floor, or my hand, so I put on its tiny little hat.
#4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, found me this!
So I had this for breakfast:
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Flipping.