Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

“You need a walking stick.” Well, possibly in the not too far distant future, but I wasn’t planning on using one  yet. We were waiting for the egg-on-a-stick to cook. This is a man-thing… a gadget… I was being accorded the high privilege of experiencing the phenomenon for myself. The thing looks like a Thermos flask with a hole in the middle. Two eggs and a skewer are placed inside. Several minutes later, they rise majestically out of the narrow hole, looking something like a fried egg lollipop. Or at least that’s what they look like in polite company. I could have drawn other analogies. My son and his friends are bidding fair, in their adoration of this gadget, to double the cholesterol levels of the nation singlehandedly. But it’s just a fried egg… I could have made them and done the dishes by the time it was ready. But