Today I tried my hands on some cooking. Breakfast that is, for a start. French-toasting seemed like a simple plan.
But I'm not really a kitchen man. So after I set down the eggs in the bowl, I actually wondered what to do next...hmmm...
P.S: I guess the pics are not resized properly in this layout so you probably could click on them to enlarge.
But I'm not really a kitchen man. So after I set down the eggs in the bowl, I actually wondered what to do next...hmmm...
P.S: I guess the pics are not resized properly in this layout so you probably could click on them to enlarge.
2 puny eggs
somehow I used 5 slices of bread
the beaten-up egg...yes, I had to get violent
my teflon-coated Martin Yan-endorsed wonder pan
yes, violence is inevitable...cutting is part and parcel
I deduced that a mother's cooking will NEVER EVER look like this
so there you have it...a hearty breakfast...at least it's not chao-ta
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