When I was little, I got to spend time with my great-grandmother at her house.
We did different things together, but one thing was clear: She was game to do whatever I wanted to do.
And one of the things I wanted to do was make eggs for lunch.
Not just any eggs, mind you. I only ate unbroken eggs sunny-side up.
So, there…
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