Søndags frokost forskning

Stjeler da litt blogg plass igjen, noe jeg vet C syns er litt gøy og.
Begynte å bli litt sulten, og da jeg kom på at jeg glemte å kjøpe brød i går,
og vi hadde bare litt tørt brød igjen.
så da begynte de små grå å jobbe litt.
EGG! vi har egg! (slik "hørtes" det i hodet)

Etter å ha sett V For Vendetta X-antall ganger,
så poppa Egg(ie) in a basket opp.

Alt lagt klart:


under steking:


Tada!


Resultat i nerdeform: OMG!
Resultat i normal: Det var rådigg!

Evey Hammond: What is that you're making?
Gordon Deitrich: We call it "eggie in the basket". My mum used to make them.
Evey Hammond: This is weird.
Gordon Deitrich: What?
Evey Hammond: The first morning I was with him, he made me eggs just like this.
Gordon Deitrich: Really?
Evey Hammond: I swear.
Gordon Deitrich: That is a strange coincidence. Although, there's an obvious explanation.
Evey Hammond: There is?
Gordon Deitrich: Yes, Evey. I am V. At last you know the truth. You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. Viva la revolution!
Evey Hammond: That is *not* funny, Gordon.
Gordon Deitrich: [sighs] Yeah, I know. I'm useless without a studio audience.