Culinary Achievements
Last week, when Tom's network card fried in Wintermute, I made pancakes. I hadn't made pancakes since I was 18, excluding okonomiyaki, which is obviously different.
I burn pancakes. At least, I burnt pancakes. I've always been to scared to try crepes.
But that day last week, I made pancakes desperately, and ended up with a series of thin, tasty crepes.
Today, I decided to brave poached eggs, which I've always turned into soggy stringy messes, with the yolk somehow swirling away into hard yellow helixes. Today, however, they sat still, and stared up at me with their eggy yolks like somber eyes. Tom was stunned by his birthday breakfast.
I was stunned by my sudden comptetence, resulting in delicious foodstuffs. I'm off to do a victory dance.
I burn pancakes. At least, I burnt pancakes. I've always been to scared to try crepes.
But that day last week, I made pancakes desperately, and ended up with a series of thin, tasty crepes.
Today, I decided to brave poached eggs, which I've always turned into soggy stringy messes, with the yolk somehow swirling away into hard yellow helixes. Today, however, they sat still, and stared up at me with their eggy yolks like somber eyes. Tom was stunned by his birthday breakfast.
I was stunned by my sudden comptetence, resulting in delicious foodstuffs. I'm off to do a victory dance.