Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The World's Saddest Frying Pan

Via Dude I Want That, available at Amazon:



Only room enough for one egg.

Who... only eats one egg?

76 comments:

  1. I do.

    I had one in college.

    I wasn't making breakfast for anyone but me.

    Eggs are cheap, and a small frying pan is quicker to clean than a large one.

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  2. That... is very sad :-(

    I fried a lot of eggs in college, too, but always at least two at a time, and I mixed in some ham & cheese.

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  3. I'm confused.

    Why is a tiny frying pan "sad"?

    I'd call it "cute" :)

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  4. Makes me think of the second line in this sad little song:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZcA3kiaQb0

    "One Less Bell to Answer"

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  5. Nah.

    You just wanted an excuse to watch the curvy singer with the bare midriff.

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  6. I want a curvy woman with a bare midriff to fry me one egg. Is that so wrong? :-D

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  7. I think she's a little old for you.

    I'll fry you an egg. But no bare midriff. This is February in Wisconsin. I'm not insane.

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  8. You're not insane?

    I heard differently :-P

    Anyway, instead of bare midriff, how about a pink, frilly apron?

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  9. Your continual requests for me to wear an apron make me think somebody told you I am messy. Like you think I'm gonna spill all over myself or something. Who was it, huh??

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  10. The kitchen's a dangerous place. Accidents happen. Aprons are like seatbelts for cooking.

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  11. And you choose a pink frilly one...because...?

    (I like pink, by the way, AND frilly...)

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  12. I think you just answered your own question...

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  13. Huh.

    I guess I did.

    Your fried egg is ready, Mr. Starved-to-Death.

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  14. Do you still think it should be called a "sad" pan?

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  15. Yes - because they didn't put non-stick coating on the handle's rivets, so they get all gunked up with baked-on egg that you have to scrub vigorously to get off.

    On the other hand, that's some swell cookin', little lady :-)

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  16. I hate that. Cooked egg is not easy to remove.

    Fair enough.

    Glad you liked it, oh-ravenous-one. :)

    Anything else you'd like?

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  17. Dessert? (Yes, I eat dessert after breakfast, too)

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  18. Chocolate crinkles... I have a craving...

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  19. I happen to have some right here. :)

    How many would you like?

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  20. 4, and a large glass of milk with 3 ice cubes, please...

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  21. Absolutely, Harvey.

    As soon as you get me some pizza. I'm famished. :)

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  22. Fair enough.

    Whaddya want on it?

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  23. Ham and pineapple and mushrooms. Those are my favorite.

    I need comfort food. Sigh.

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  24. I'll call in the order. Be here in 20 minutes...

    Bring cookies...

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  25. Hmmm... guess we can have this one cold for breakfast, then...

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  26. Must've been all that pizza.

    I actually nodded off in front of the TV, so I'm kinda wakeful right now.

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  27. Do you have a warm fuzzy blanket? Maybe I'll go to bed.

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  28. I've got a big, fluffy comforter. Warmest thing you ever snuggled under.

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  29. On top of my big, fluffy mattress, silly :-P

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  30. The comforter or the mattress?

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  31. Well...I was thinking the comforter...
    but if you're offering both...

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  32. You could just borrow the warm snuggly space between them...

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  33. Then wouldn't you freeze to death?

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  34. Hmmm... you could *share* the snuggly space... that would keep me warm.

    You don't have cold feet, do you?

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  35. I'm awfully sleepy....*snuggling in*

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  36. I have crazy cold feet. Why do you think I wanted a warm fuzzy blanket?

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  37. Maybe if I rub them vigorously...

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  38. Mmmmm.

    Thank you Harvey.

    *deep slow breathing*

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  39. You have funny-looking toes...

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  40. Mine are...unique.

    Your feet are HUGE.

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  41. You know what they say about men with big feet, right?

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  42. They steal all the covers and never let you sleep?

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  43. *Shivers*

    Hey! You gotta share!

    *Attempts to steal some back*

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  44. I share nothing!

    *grabs covers tighter*

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  45. Well, I'm gonna put my icy feet right on you then...

    *sneaks under the covers*

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  46. EEEEEEEE!

    *surrenders covers*

    Good heavens, woman! You should see a doctor about that!

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  47. I did. He said I either need a warm blanket or a hot man.

    *rolls up like a burrito in the blanket*

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  48. So... what do I have to do to get you to unburrito?

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  49. Will you promise to keep me warm?

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  50. *grabs free end of comforter*

    *YANK!* *ZING!*

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  51. *Tumbles on the floor*

    OWWWW!!!

    *Shivers*

    I thought you were gonna keep me warm!

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  52. Awww... poor sweet baby...

    *picks dizzy Kitten up off floor*

    *deposits on bed*

    *covers with comforter*

    *tucks in*

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  53. Mmmmm. That's better. :)

    Where are you gonna sleep?

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  54. Do you think there's room enough for two?

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  55. It's a queen-sized bed and you're just a tiny princess, so... yeah.

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  56. I have two more comforters

    *fetches*

    *buries Kitten under warm, blankety goodness*

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  57. *Hands one of the comforters back to you*

    Here's one for your feet.

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  58. You're the kindest burrito I've ever met :-)

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  59. Wait. Why are you even here?

    I thought you *weren't* sleepy.

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  60. I'm exhausted from all the blanket-rasslin'...

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  61. Uh HUH.

    Well not TOO tired, I trust. :)

    ...

    I'm ready for my bedtime story now...

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  62. Ok, stole this off the internet:

    Goldilocks came knocking at the door....she said..."Is Teddy home?"Teddy said, well come on in.....she came in and he enticed her with sweet kisses....she made him a bowl of porridge....they had a glass of wine....they kissed some more....she said "Will u be my Teddy....bear?" He said, "Why yes!!!" They snuggled in for the night by the fire.....then made their own kind of fire.....then she whispered....goodnight Teddy!!!

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  63. y'all are starting to worry me. One egg, 75 comments, two commenters. Have you never heard of Skype, or google talk?

    not that your interchanges aren't riveting.....

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