Butter to My Eggs

When I moved here, I was surprised (okay, maybe not that surprised) to discover Mr. Omar owned exactly one frying pan. One beautifully shiny, silver-bottomed pan that managed to ruin EVERY SINGLE THING it touches. Fish and chips withered into naked-bottomed fillets and a sheet of burnt breadcrumbs. Eggs and potatoes fared no better. And … Continue reading Butter to My Eggs