I nuked a couple of remaining pieces of BBQ chicken Ken made for Memorial Day, and fried the two eggs keeyoo handed me yesterday at the house. (Yep, the chickens still live there.) My attempt at "over easy" wasn't as pretty as some, but they were perfectly done and tasted great. I guess Alan and I both get some good egg karma.
The plate is one of a set I acquired in downtown Ithaca during a Planet Walk clean-up; someone had set them out with a "free" sign.