Have you ever noticed the difference between the sound it makes when a baseball is hit dead center of the barrel of the bat versus anywhere else? Thwack! And the ball takes off like a bullet. Well this afternoon, I experienced the egg cracking equivalent: I whacked the egg on the edge of my frying pan and was pleased by the most magnificent crack I believe I’ve ever heard. The shell split neatly and the eggy contents spilled out, heralding the start of my lunch hour. In all my years of egg cooking, this is the first time doing it just so.
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