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Diner eggs

Diner eggs

We've been in Salmon, Idaho for a couple of days for the Beaverhead 100k ultramarathon (Jeremy ran it yesterday). We felt like enjoying some classic American breakfast food, so we went to a diner in town. Magdalena ordered eggs, toast, and bacon, and the following thing happened when the waitress asked how she wanted her eggs cooked.

Magdalena whispered to me that she wanted them the way she makes them for herself in Finland - just cracked straight into the pan and the yolks cooked all the way. We call it "Jeremy-style" in our house, but I knew that wasn't right, so I told her to say "fried egg." She did. The waitress just looked at us weird. So Jeremy, so helpfully, said "well done!" before I could stop him (bless his heart).

At this point, I knew there was a term for the kind of egg we wanted and it was just a matter of finding it. So I tried "sunny-side up...?" I feel like I have read that in books before. But the waitress still just stared at me. It would have been funny if I hadn't been so increasingly mortified.

Finally, I did what I would have done in the same situation in Finland: I asked her. "I'm sorry, we don't live in the US and I don't know what this style of egg is called. It's cracked straight into the pan and the yolk is cooked all the way. What do you call that?"

Over hard! Now we know.

Once she found out we did not live in the US, the waitress seemed so relieved. I think she thought we were aliens or something before that. Are we that weird? Would you have known how to describe such a style of cooked egg? To be honest, I can't be sure I would have known what to call it even if we did live in the US.

Beaverhead 100k spectator review

Beaverhead 100k spectator review

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