my kitchen battle

Visual aids never hurt, right?

I think many people assume I'm not a good cook.  I imagine most, if not all, of these people came to this conclusion simply because I readily admit I don't like to cook.  Big distinction there.  While I may have kitchen disasters like anyone else (chocolate chili, anyone?), I'm actually not that bad of a cook -- promise.

Eggs, though, are a different story.  Omelettes turn out okay.  They're usually done, they just don't end up looking appetizing.  I can scramble eggs, but that's really not my preferred type of egg.  I can boil eggs, but I usually end up overcooking them.  I think I attempted to fry an egg once, and it was a disaster and I never wanted to try it again.

CJ has recently introduced me to frogs in the hole (I think most other people call them eggs in a basket).  It's almost like his specialty, and because I've taken such a liking to them, we're having them on average once a week.  They're quick and easy to make -- just some bread, butter, and eggs -- so I've been attempting to make them for dinner when CJ has been at work. 

And, it's been a disaster.  The first time, I burnt them.  The second time I overcooked the eggs.  (I threw those in the trash, which Henry promptly dug out and ate.  He didn't seem to mind.)  But, the third time was a charm!  I was so excited I had to take a picture (helps the blog be a little more interesting, no?), and I also had to call CJ at work to tell him.

Maybe this will give me more confidence to try other types of eggs?