The next one was not better.
Somehow, through methods that defied the laws of thermodynamics, she managed to produce an egg that was simultaneously burnt black on the outside and completely raw in the center. She hadn't even known that was possible. It should not have been possible. And yet here it was, sitting in her pan like a monument to her culinary incompetence.
"How..." she whispered, staring at the abomination. "How did I do this?"
Third attempt. Third egg. She was going to get this right if it killed her.
She added oil this time. Set the heat to medium instead of high. Cracked the egg with careful hands.
Perfect. The egg sizzled happily in the pan. The white began to set. The yolk remained gloriously intact. This was it. This was the one.
Emi reached for the spatula, eyes fixed on her masterpiece, and her elbow knocked over the bottle of cooking oil.
The oil hit the burner.
The pan erupted in flames.
"AHHHHHH!"
