not as pretty as what's her face's but pretty darn yummy. Don't think I could live without my cast iron cookware. It makes my eggs taste like they were made at a country truck stop in Texas, fried by some big haired waitress with big boobs named Patty, served with (tough) love and a southern twang. I loooove my cast iron. Wonder what I'll make for dinner. I'm in the mood to cook something complicated.