Confessions of a wannabe cook - Part 1

The Background : Ok, I confess...i've slowly starteg getting interested in cooking. I dont know if this has anything to do with my mental metabolism changing as I get older and grey, because it is a known fact that all through my college years and till a few years back, I have never been able to identify the difference of taste between a cookie and cuurry. Eating to me had always been an act driven by necessity and never an act of pleasure. Things change, and I guess so have I.

Today's Breaking (Eggs) News : Today’s motivation was to cook some 'Scotch eggs' with a twist for the weekend brunch .They were supposed to turn up as follows. Wonderfully perfect full boiled eggs fried and baked inside a wrapper mix including minced meat (or chicken breast minced), onions, salt/ pepper/ seasoning and rolled in bread crumbs. Imagine surprising your wife with this homemade fresh scotch eggs , some French bread and cheese on the side in the morning, on a lazy weekend. Ummmmm…not bad, what say?

So off we trooped to the neighbourhood supermarket. Picked up our stuff, cleared my wife off the kitchen …placed four eggs to boil. Got around making the chicken mix for the wrapper. We’re all set with the chicken mix on one hand, bread crumbs and flour on the other. I get around to breaking the shell of the eggs…and a classic wannabe Scotch Cook error happens..


Ready to begin – I started to shell and peel my eggs one by one, and here’s where the hurricane strikes…the wobbly bobbly soft boiled egg, perhaps slightly underdone was like a thing alive as I struggled to get all of the shell off, then it happened, a fissure opened in the white, and the whole thing started to collapse. I controlled my agony and continued. It’s ok, I have another three…. and then the same thing happened to the next one..AND THE NEXT ONE....AND THE NEXT ONE!!!!!!!!

…sigh!

I'm rethinking..maybe the guy who said ' Happiness is a bowl of cherries, and a good book to read, sitting under a tree" is not quite off base either....