So, it has come to that. Thank heavens for a family plan on our cellphones because this is the second time I've had to walk him through learning to cook something. The first time it was a seasoned chicken breast that he cooked on his George Foreman grill. This time it was simply scrambled eggs with cheese.
We take a lot for granted when we do something over and over. Breaking an egg for the first time cook can be a challenge, I forgot that. I wish I knew in my life how many eggs I have actually broken. Probably thousands. I'm pretty good at it by now. To younger son, who had never in his life cracked an egg, it was a feat of skill. I had to explain about tapping it sharply on one side and then using your thumbs underneath to pull it apart gently. I wouldn't even know how to explain the one handed technique I've perfected after all these years of cooking.
I had to explain how to gently melt the margarine and let it bubble, how to beat the eggs into a creamy yellow emulsion and pour them into the bubbling margarine. Then you turn down the heat, because the secret of really fluffy eggs is to beat them good before you put them into the pan and then cook them slowly. He wanted to add cheese, and I had to walk him through it. When he was done he felt that sense of accomplishment.
Long distance cooking techniques. I wonder what he'll want to cook next. Hopefully it won't be anything too complicated, we'd be on the phone for hours...
This is an old picture, but it's still us.
posted on Sept 7, 2008 8:35 AM ()