There were yolks all over the place. Mostly in bowls, a little just barely on the sleeves of Paul's Pladra, and then in pans on very high heat for three minutes, four for Alex, who liked less jiggle. As a veteran, my third night now of Pepin's omelettes, I've gotten comfortable with three eggs, down from that first pan of five, but Paul did the inconceivable, the kind of thing that when Baleen does, I dont' think, why didn't I think of that, but how did she think of that.
He cooked a one egg omelette. There was the rush of the unknown as we all gathered around, seeing what it looked like, then trying not to notice as he brought it back to the table and we talked about Occupy Oakland or Three Cups of Tea, but without listening to each other's response because all we cared about, while trying not to care, was the one egg omelette.
Turns out we should have listened a little longer or gotten in a Jagwa with Lord Percy Pennyworth on this rainy night as a one egg omelette is just that, a third of an omlette with a third of the herbs, like a 6pc Chicken McNuggets is just a third of the 20pc'er. Or something like that.
He cooked a one egg omelette. There was the rush of the unknown as we all gathered around, seeing what it looked like, then trying not to notice as he brought it back to the table and we talked about Occupy Oakland or Three Cups of Tea, but without listening to each other's response because all we cared about, while trying not to care, was the one egg omelette.
Turns out we should have listened a little longer or gotten in a Jagwa with Lord Percy Pennyworth on this rainy night as a one egg omelette is just that, a third of an omlette with a third of the herbs, like a 6pc Chicken McNuggets is just a third of the 20pc'er. Or something like that.
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