He is not a magical egg. He does not grant wishes, he is not about to hatch into a mythical baby dragon, and he does not possess a secret inner monologue about the philosophy of breakfast. Gary is just an egg.
A Very Busy Tuesday
Gary spent his morning sitting quietly in the second row of a cardboard carton in the refrigerator door, right next to a half-empty jar of Dijon mustard and a tub of expired sour cream. While the other groceries had grand ambitions—the mustard dreamed of gourmet hot dogs, and the sour cream lived in constant, terrifying dread of a baked potato—Gary had zero goals. • He did not want to be scrambled. • He did not want to be poached. • He definitely did not want to be hard-boiled and turned into a sad office-party deviled egg with a speck of paprika on top. Gary just wanted to sit there and be oval.
The Great Exploration
At 10:14 AM, the refrigerator door swung open. A human hand reached in, hovered over the carton with the terrifying energy of a game-show host, and… bypassed Gary completely to grab the egg on the left. Gary felt nothing, because he doesn't have nerves. For the rest of the afternoon, Gary remained in the carton. The refrigerator light clicked off. The refrigerator light clicked on. A stray crumb of cheddar cheese fell from the shelf above and landed gently on Gary’s shell. Gary considered this his crowning architectural achievement of the week.
The Climax
At 7:00 PM, the carton was moved to the kitchen counter. The lid popped open. The human picked Gary up, held him under the bright kitchen light, examined him from every angle, and said out loud: "Yeah, still good." Gary did not reply, because he is an egg. The human put him back in the carton, closed the lid, and put him back in the fridge. Gary settled back into his indent. The cheddar crumb rolled off. It was a quiet, uneventful, thoroughly average life, and Gary wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
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He is not a magical egg. He does not grant wishes, he is not about to hatch into a mythical baby dragon, and he does not possess a secret inner monologue about the philosophy of breakfast.
Gary is just an egg.
A Very Busy Tuesday
Gary spent his morning sitting quietly in the second row of a cardboard carton in the refrigerator door, right next to a half-empty jar of Dijon mustard and a tub of expired sour cream.
While the other groceries had grand ambitions—the mustard dreamed of gourmet hot dogs, and the sour cream lived in constant, terrifying dread of a baked potato—Gary had zero goals.
• He did not want to be scrambled.
• He did not want to be poached.
• He definitely did not want to be hard-boiled and turned into a sad office-party deviled egg with a speck of paprika on top.
Gary just wanted to sit there and be oval.
The Great Exploration
At 10:14 AM, the refrigerator door swung open. A human hand reached in, hovered over the carton with the terrifying energy of a game-show host, and… bypassed Gary completely to grab the egg on the left.
Gary felt nothing, because he doesn't have nerves.
For the rest of the afternoon, Gary remained in the carton. The refrigerator light clicked off. The refrigerator light clicked on. A stray crumb of cheddar cheese fell from the shelf above and landed gently on Gary’s shell. Gary considered this his crowning architectural achievement of the week.
The Climax
At 7:00 PM, the carton was moved to the kitchen counter. The lid popped open. The human picked Gary up, held him under the bright kitchen light, examined him from every angle, and said out loud: "Yeah, still good."
Gary did not reply, because he is an egg.
The human put him back in the carton, closed the lid, and put him back in the fridge.
Gary settled back into his indent. The cheddar crumb rolled off. It was a quiet, uneventful, thoroughly average life, and Gary wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
For better flavour, replace oil with butter.
I'm too black for this
how long in the pan
Lol a hexclad smothered in oil still sticks like there’s no tomorrow
Nothing is perfect except Our Heavenly Father Jesus Christ and Virgin Mary The Theotoke☦️
In England we call these delicies fried egg
Perfecto 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
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Dude I can cook a bang on steak but I cannot cook an egg 😭
Gorgeous
sunny side up sonion
Instructions unclear I built a nuclear bomb
Lag le naw gop hgop kuttA
You said throw away non stick pan tho. 😂😂😂
How to cook a love that i don't have a egg to my toy😅😅😅
So good
Nick id say use avacodo oil its healthier and it sprays good
😂😂😂вот это ДА….вот это КОНЕЧНО ум УМИЩЕ….
особенно когда ТРЯПКОЙ ПО ГОЧЯЩЕ сковороде….
а ЕСЛИ ладонью НУ ТОГДА вообще…..
Bro discouraged non stick on previous videos?
It look like you got stuck to me on a nonstick pan may I add
Nope…!!
Why use Teflon?
Egg
My egg isnt working.
What ismedium low
The nonstick is quite sticky😂
Combine olive oil AND grass fed butter
Thank me later
Bro has the most "egg" egg
Look bro
Why did you wipe the oil and there is no salt or seasoning
Ghee I like
Add a teaspoon of water to steam the egg
Sticked, visibly
Wonderful lovee cook it right now
Can use water no oil steam it
Use butter.
Are we deadass watching a video on how to cook a egg 🤦🏽♂️ y’all cmon
I would rather cook the whites and remove the yolk before putting the whites in the pan after is done cooking i would put the yolk back and enjoy.
Why are you a yolk?
Brother?
Must be used butter. Not oil. Butter!
I put seasoning on my eggs
You are non vegetarian
https://youtube.com/shorts/zkOMn__EAZI?si=c4sTWm1yYDS11Aj8
Pov: cracking my egg as he said
Whats the fancy stuff you put on it tho?
“🍳” ahh egg