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The secret of the perfect fried egg, finally revealed: First, let me say that I am revealing this secret as a service to humanity. Why should I keep this secret to myself and deny the pleasure of the perfect fried egg to others? I don’t care about the credit either. When I die I hope that is not the main thing that comes to mind: The man who revealed the secret of how to fry the perfect egg. I prefer an old iron skillet about the size of the small eye on the stove. Turn the heat to medium. Place a thin slice of Blue Bonnet Light Margarine in the skillet. As soon as it melts add the egg and cover the skillet with a pan top. Listen closely. You’ll hear the sound of frying right away. Wait a few seconds and take a look. The white of the egg should be pretty and white. Turn the heat off and leave the covered skillet in place a few more seconds. Take another look. If done to perfection, remove the skillet and serve up the egg immediately. Egg on toast with butter and pineapple preserves: Follow the same procedure for the perfect egg, except break the yellow at the beginning. By the time you spread Blue Bonnet Light Margarine and pineapple preserves on the toast, the egg should be ready. If the yellow is not quite ready, move the pan off the eye and smoke a cigarette. The yellow should be done enough after a few puffs and a couple of sips of coffee. Put the egg on top of the buttered toast and pineapple preserves. Add pepper and salt. The perfect boiled egg every time: Boil for five minutes, turn off the heat and let stand in place for five minutes. Pour off the hot water and run cold water on the eggs while still in the pan. In a few seconds, with a gentle squeeze of the fingers, the shell should come off easily in two halves. The egg is good to eat as is or you can cut it up with a fork and stir in a tablespoon of Hellmann’s Mayonnaise and spread it between two slices of wheat bread. My top prejudice of the week: I am totally against men and boys ever using the word “veggies.” As far as I am concerned, this is strictly a girlish word. I don’t go for the idea of a male ever using a girlish word as part of his normal speaking vocabulary. The word, “vegetables” may take a little more energy and time to say, but it’s time and energy well spent. I believe that men and women are equal. But at the same time, I believe they are different in many important ways. For instance, if a man and a woman are swimming in the ocean and a shark comes toward them, I feel that it is the man’s duty to attack the shark and give up his life for the woman. The same goes for lions and bears and all other flesh eaters. I feel that it is important for a man to learn as soon as possible that he is a man and has the duty, not only to protect the females but to protect anyone or any animal that needs it. I feel that it is important that boys and girls be taught how to fight and defend themselves. But I think it is more important that boys be taught early on, the rougher and most vigorous art of self-defense because they are the strongest physically and it will always be their duty to protect the weaker sex and the innocent. So what do the words “veggies” and “vegetables” have to do with it? Well, which sounds the most fearsome? “Don’t steal my vegetables!” or “Don’t steal my veggies!” If I were a garden thief, I think I’d be more tempted to go for the veggies. While we’re on words that separate the girls from the boys, I’m also prejudice against men who use the words “bra” and “panties.” I hate both of those words, when used by a man. They’re girlish words! I am always going to look down on men who use girlish words as part of their vocabulary. I don’t care how great the man is, or how good his character is, I’m against the use of girlish words by the stronger sex. It’s not as if there wasn’t a more honorable way to say the same thing. “Remove your brassiere, my dear.” I don’t find that offensive. As for the word “panties,” I detest the word and refuse to use it. A more honorable word would be “underwear” or my favorite, “drawers.”
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