The Self making breakfast : one thing that has become a tradition on the weekends since a long time. I think, I have the stint in bangalore with 7 others mates to thank/or not thank for that. Right from fighting who was going to get the materials to the person who was going to wash the maggi pan in the end, it was a a nice way to kill of the time and feed the stomachs. What that also meant was variations that was on display with sometimes scrambled eggs, butter in maggi and sometimes raw eggs in maggi as well. I, who never had to make an effort at the food that I eat , also had to succumb to the constant pressures and nagging and deploy efforts to satisfy the hunger while rest were doing the same.
So Since then, it has clearly become a way to start the weekend day and no matter the efforts, aims and wants, the result is always the same. The scrambled eggs. I guess , I also need to thank my prowess with cooking as well as I just do not seem to learn in this regard. I won't put the blame on my handless pan, or my tilted stove, its just that sometimes it helps not care, not aim for anything. Its just good to let go sometimes and see where life takes you. Away from needless pressures, expectations and pretenses . Sometimes, you might get a surprise. I finally made the perfect fried eggs.
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