Friday, May 19, 2006
The (Mis)adventures of Miss Can't-Cook-to-Save-Her-Life:
My mom went out to Robinsons' this morning and left me a can of cup noodles and a banana on the kitchen counter.
But I didn't want to eat cup noodles and so, feeling full of self-confidence, decided that NOW WAS THE CHANCE to show off my cooking prowess when no one else was at home to make digs at me. And all this in spite of the fact that I have not turned on the stove to cook anything on my own since the good old days of lower secondary Home Economics. So I decided to make myself...
...a cheese-and-ham omelette.
So I happily took out a slice of ham and cut it into small square pieces (because I still can't chew large pieces of food). I searched out the eggs and cracked one. So far, so good. I didn't cut myself despite my immensurate (and according to my parents, irrational) fear of knives and I managed to crack the egg without smashing the yolk or the eggshell.
Then I poured some oil into the frying pan. I accidentally poured too much, but hey, the bottle was heavy. Then I realised I needed a spatula to spread the oil around the pan and to lift the omelette out into a plate later. So I rummaged about in the drawer and found a rather large (and suspiciously clean) wooden spatula. Then I turned on the gas without setting the house on fire.
After whipping the egg in a small bowl, I tried to pour the liquid into the frying pan. But the liquid strangely did not flow from the bowl into the pan but sliddered down the side of the bowl onto the stove. I was going, oh shit oh shit, all the way as I spilled egg onto the stove, onto the counter and basically everywhere. But I did manage to get most of the egg into the frying pan...
Then I cooked my omelette and threw in the ham and the cheese into the centre of the omelette. I wanted to make a foldover sort of omelette but I couldn't control the spatula and in the end I burnt the bottom of my omelette slightly. But it was at least edible.
After eating, I had to clean the stove and the frying pan, which had egg hardened on the rim after I dripped the liquid everywhere. But it was not so bad and I managed to get everything scrubbed nice and clean again. I put all the washed utensils into the drying rack and realised that the wooden spatula I was supposed to use was lying in the drying rack and that the one I had used was perhaps a baking utensil.
So I made myself an omelette and while all that was nice and good, I also made a bloody mess that I had to clean up myself.
Yeah, you guys can laugh.
kaoru said at 2:36 PM
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