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	<title>Comments on: The Perfectly Cooked Egg: It&#8217;s What Separates the Pros from the Pretenders</title>
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		<title>By: Gary</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gary</dc:creator>
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		<description>Wow, that photo takes back! When I was growing up I always sat next to Grandpa at the dinner table. In the mornings we often had soft boiled eggs and Grandpa was in charge of breaking them open.

He always made a huge production out of it, using the back of the spoon and eyeing up his target, taking some practice swings and bailing out at the last minute before absolutely crushing the thing with as little finesse as possible.

If his mission was to do so poorly that we would crack our own eggs, then he accomplished what he set out to do. But sometimes it was worth the shards of egg shell just to watch his routine.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, that photo takes back! When I was growing up I always sat next to Grandpa at the dinner table. In the mornings we often had soft boiled eggs and Grandpa was in charge of breaking them open.</p>
<p>He always made a huge production out of it, using the back of the spoon and eyeing up his target, taking some practice swings and bailing out at the last minute before absolutely crushing the thing with as little finesse as possible.</p>
<p>If his mission was to do so poorly that we would crack our own eggs, then he accomplished what he set out to do. But sometimes it was worth the shards of egg shell just to watch his routine.</p>
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