There are just some things that every guy should do.
If aÂ car breaks down, regardÂless of the manâ€™s perÂsonal knowlÂedge of mechanÂics, he should pop open the hood and take aÂ look inside. The same goes for aÂ passÂing knowlÂedge of speÂcific athÂletic events, includÂing curlÂing, but above all else, makÂing breakfast.
Most can say that their father makes the best omelets, silÂver dolÂlar panÂcakes or some other breakÂfast delÂiÂcacy. There is no excepÂtion in my parÂentsâ€™ kitchen. My dad is the sulÂtan of the spatÂula, flipÂping flapÂjacks until they are fluffy and aÂ shade of brown that matches the desired skin pigÂment of post spring breakÂ co-eds.
Eggs scramÂbled or over-easy can be made to order in moments and withÂout hesÂiÂtaÂtion as bacon splatÂter dots the stovetop.
The mornÂings, which are often closer to the early afterÂnoon hours, proceed an eventÂful evening. We colÂlege-aged men hone our craft in the kitchen or refine our palates with aÂ variÂety of menu items from restauÂrants or dinÂers that boast botÂtomÂless cups of cofÂfee brewed with magic to make it taste betÂter than cofÂfee made at home. All of this in the unwitÂting prepaÂraÂtion for when our skills will be put to the test by the toughÂest panel of judges: our friends andÂ family.
Surely caveÂmen were grateÂful for the day they were finally able to toast their bread over the fire before mashÂing eggs, bacon and cheese between the slices, thus inventing the breakÂfast sandwich.
Of course, in this age where we fight for equalÂity between the sexes, it is perÂfectly acceptÂable for aÂ woman to spend her mornÂing hours before aÂ wafÂfle iron. But aÂ man should not be aÂ stranger to the delÂiÂcate grace needed to propÂerly fold an omelet and stand back quiÂetly as the chompÂing of jaws and squeakÂing of forks and knives intones aÂ pleasÂant â€œthanks.â€
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