Sssshhh. I've been bad. Twice now, already. Eating undercooked eggs, meat, anything undercooked, is a no-no for pregnant women. Yet as I enter my third trimester, I figured one or two eggs over easy wouldn't harm T. Rex this late in her/his development.
Accompanying my soppy egg are those delicious heavy cream biscuits I've made a half dozen times or so. Surely they can't be too harmful. I'm not buttering them. I just dip them in my favorite egg part, the runny yellow yolk. Usually feed the whites to the dogs. Not having eggs my way for six months was really difficult. I deserved a break. A broken, runny yolk, that is.
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