Eggs... So Many Eggs (Blog #2)

HAHA, face reveals are cool right? I sure hope so. Well here I am enjoying some of my dipping eggs and toast. Peep a few of my siblings in the background. So let's get real for a second guys, cooking is hard. I never knew that the process of: cracking an egg, heating it up, flipping it over, adding salt and pepper, and finally serving it. How could these 5 simple steps be so complicated. The first issue that I consistently encountered just so happened to go hand in hand with the first step in the egg cooking process. I can't crack eggs without breaking the yolk.

(This stuff is hard)

(Don't be deceived, the yolks both broke)

Victory!!!

Finally, in this last picture, my first successfully broken egg. The yolk did not break. I could cook this egg to perfection. But then as fate would have it, cooking an egg would throw more obstacles at me. I cooked the bottom of the egg perfectly. The whites of the egg were actually white (personal victories ftw). Then came the next step, flipping the egg. This was one of the hardest things that I have done to date, and this past weekend I threw a baseball 80 mph. So I journeyed over to my sink and prepared mentally for the flip. This aerial 180 across the y-axis was dangerous. I had to do it in such a way that the egg was on it's reverse side, but the yolk did not break. So I threw the egg in the air and... I dropped the pan in the sink. It was extremely disappointing. My parents were screaming, the dog was barking, I was crying, egg got all over the kitchen counter and floor.  Just kidding. But how awful would that have been? What really happened was that I had actually flipped the egg without breaking the yolk. I added salt and pepper, and then finally put it on a plate. My first presentable egg was made. 

(Did I say that I added salt and pepper? I totally didn't.)

From this point on my success rate has been about 60%. I must have cooked at least twenty eggs in the past week, and my dog ate about 15 of them. After many hours of contemplation (about 10 minutes) I decided that I should try a new way of cooking eggs. So my next goal is to make a poached egg. Before Friday, I did not even know what a poached egg was, so clearly I am an uncultured cook. This next challenge looks to test my minimal knowledge of eggs, but I am prepared. I mean, I have made a few really good eggs, so good that I ate them for breakfast instead of forcing my dad to cook me something. But isn't that the whole purpose of you learning how to cook? Obviously it is, but cut me some slack I'm only fifteen *a tear rolls down my cheek*

Sorry about that, here are some of my success stories.

(Note the way the light reflects off the eggs, showing my path towards redemption)

But throughout this process, I believe it is important to always remember the people who motivate me. Of course my parents are supportive, and I push myself. I do this for baseball, which I have basically dedicated my life to. But my largest supporter is my dog. Chase is a huge fan of my mistakes. He gets too eat them after all. So even when I mess up, the food is not wasted.