Personal Narrative: Egg-Cellent

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“Egg-cellent” There I was lying down staring at my white ceiling blinking heavily. My appetite was tremendous, but I was so comfortable in my warm bed under my radiant red blanket and didn't want to get up. Suddenly I hear my stomach growl like wild bear. I whispered to myself "Wow, was that was my stomach?" and rub it timidly. I got up headed towards to the kitchen with my eyes half closed and dragging my slippers on my carpet the whole way. I open the freezer and the bright light hit my eyes so I flinched and closed it quickly. I open it again in search for some frozen food to stick in the microwave. My luck wasn't any good as I just did a big sigh and scratched my head. I thought to myself I wish I knew how to cook something at least some…show more content…
I had this warm feeling inside of me that knew I can accomplish this. I set the stove on high, poured I don’t know how much amount of oil, put 2 eggs, and grabbed a big wooden spoon to scramble them. You remember that great idea of me cooking eggs? Yeah, that didn't end so well. Till this day I don't know how they came out so bad. I waited a while for the oil to heat up and put the eggs in the pan. About a minute and a half later a whole bunch of bubbles just started popping out of nowhere! Bubbles covered the whole pan. I was so confused. That was literally my first time I cooked anything, but I knew those bubbles were bad news. My guess is I put way to much oil and it over heated and bubbles appeared. I took the pan off the stove but by the time the bubbles were gone, the eggs were dark brown. After that, I just agreed I needed to go to my mom's house so she can teach…show more content…
She’s not the best cook in the world, but she has a few cooking dishes up her sleeve. Her attitude is always right, presence helps, and always have positive things to say so I figured this cooking experience would be fun and helpful. The following week I paid my mother a surprise visit. I walk into her house and gave her a hug along with a kiss. I then asked her “Hey mom, can you teach me how to cook eggs?” She gave me a weird look, puts her hand on my forehead, and asks sarcastically “Boy what’s wrong? You got a fever? Are you in love or something?” As we were walking towards the kitchen, I replied “ha! Very funny mom very funny” She then says “It’s good that you’re trying to learn. Finally.” I took the eggs out the refrigerator and told her to cook an egg so I can see how it’s done, and then I’ll try it. She instructed “Just put it medium and pour a small amount of oil slowly in the pan and wait for it to heat up”. In the mean while I was telling her how wonderful my last cooking experience was and how I set it on high and all the bubbles appeared, and the only thing she responded was “Why in the world would you set eggs on high??” and laughed. “I was hungry, and I thought that would speed up the process” I said and both laughed

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