This morning, I walked downstairs, chatted with my grandmother on the back porch about cooking three fried eggs, walked back in, grabbed the pan, sprayed olive oil, turned the stove onto a high temperature, cracking one egg at a time, placing into the pan, turning the temperature low, flipping it over twice and placing them onto my plate. My attempts on cooking three fried eggs were not hard at all. I just need to practice often. And not only do I need to practice cooking eggs, but also, I need to learn how to cook other food. These fried eggs tasted delicious, although the image may not look as appetizing as I only described the taste.