EGG FLORENTINE IN PULLMAN “BOWLS”, FOR CYNTHIA

WE ARE GOING TO DISCREETLY PAN-FRY THESE IN AN INDECENT AMOUNT OF BUTTER, UNTIL THEY ARE PRACTICALLY SOAKED ON THE INSIDES, AND DELICIOUSLY CRISPY AND GOLDEN ON THE OUTSIDES. YOU KNOW, THE BUTTER-EXUDING CRUNCH? [ezcol_1half] Have you seen Ben Stiller's movie, While We're Young?  Well, if you haven't, there's no need to really.  Given that it has its moments here and there, all in all, it's not entirely spectacular.  But the reason that I'm bringing it up is because - well, equally as unspectacular and unrelating to the majority demographic - I'm kind of in the same pickle. I'm 36 years old, and very early on in life, I have made a very conscious decision not to have children.  I'm happy married, stable, as far as I know, reproductively unchallenged and relatively speaking, mentally healthy, and I consider myself an affectionate if not responsible dog-parent.  So as I said, the decision is a very deliberate one and the reasons for which, well lets just say, don't quite belong in this post.  Uh, ok whatever, might you add, but where's my fucking pickle?  Well, this is where the movie might be more articulate, not to say much more entertaining, in illustrating my quandary.  Thing is, most of our friends,