My first husband was a pro chef. He often took the boys to work with him in the summer. As a result they learned a lot, like flipping the food in the pan over the burner. The Pirate does it just to annoy me and show off. He can flip a fried egg without even braking the yolk. Big showoff! But I let him get away with it because he makes me some fantastic meals when he comes over. When I know he is coming, I buy two thick Porterhouse steaks. He makes them better than any you can get in the best restaurant. But I can make smashed (childrenese) potatoes better than he can. I always toss a couple of garlic cloves into the water with the potatoes then mash them right in.