Cheese Hamlet

Take an egg, beat beat beat, drown into the frying pan, shake the pan, put some cheese, fold in half.. enjoy.

If it was all as easy as it seems.

I, on the other hand, have to decide whether I should take eggs for breakfast or not. You know, bird flu? OBVIOUSLY YOU DO! The same stuff that is driving everyone nuts, in different ways. For me, the torture is to watch the depressingly informative ads on the tv that demonstrate how (not to) slaughter a chicken on our own; how exactly chickens shouldn't be playing around the house or children trying to wake up a dead one off a street.

Anyway, change of topic, I am thinking about my breakfast in here only. So, when you pick an egg off your egg rack, you think twice as you get your fingers on the brown ones but you don't look at the white ones with the "Produce of Sharjah" that intently. Plus they look cleaner too, so why care, right?

But the tough part starts when I reach my frying pan. Who knew, turning the whole contents over, without dropping the stuff on my stove would be like some circus stunt? And if my statistics haven't gone that bad, I even fail the probability of 0.5 of the egg contents either landing safely in the pan or go flying around in the kitchen. The outcome is always the latter part.

I knew I was never an able cook, but today I know more. I should quit trying too. And not waste the precious eggs, precious gas, precious oil, precious oh-God-everything! Practice doesn't make me any near to perfection.