The Art of Cooking I : Eggs
A few months ago, I decided to have hard-boiled eggs for breakfast for my sister and me.
I took three from the refrigerator, put them into a small pot, put it on the stove, lit it and waited for them to be cooked. I guess those who know how to boil eggs will notice that one important step is missing in the above procedure. Yes! Water! I had forgotten to add in water! I didn't notice at all and later, completely forgot about the eggs until I heard a loud popping sound coming from the kitchen. My sis and I rushed in to see what had happened, and that was when I remembered the pot of eggs.
I opened the cover and saw three exploded and completely disfigured eggs. The bottom of the pot was burnt and there was smoke coming out of it. My sis gave me so fierce a glare that I thought I was going to end up like the eggs. I threw them away and had a hard time scrapping their remaining parts which were burnt and stuck to the inside of the pot. I also had to explain to my parents later why the bottom of the pot was burnt. My dad felt so hopeless for me that he kept quiet and walked away. My mum on the other hand, told me that one day, I'll burn the whole house down.
In the end, my sis and I gave eggs a miss and we had to settle with the same old, boring bread-and-jam breakfast.