Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I'm not a very good chef, and I certainly don't make anything one wouldn't consider amateur, but being the host of a hugely successful pretend cooking show, I'm brilliant at. Due to lack of imagination I normally name it something like ‘Meryl's Cooking Hour’, or 'Cooking with Meryl' and it mostly features omelettes or soup. But the passion with which I open that soup can or cut up those vegetables is second to none.
Why am I sharing this with you?
The only reason I'm sharing with you another, potentially embarrassing, quirk of mine is because last night I did something really cool. While making omelettes I dared to try and crack the eggs one handed, and to paraphrase Rex Harrison 'by George I got it'. Seriously, there was only egg in the cup, no shell in sight. Now I've tried this before, and normally, I crack the egg, my fingers close in and the shell implodes into itself causing egg and shell to fly everywhere. Needless to say it’s been a while since my last try but I just knew the good viewers of Cooking with Meryl deserved a go again.
The eggs came out excellently (I nearly said eggsellently, but only me and my dad would have found it funny) they were really delicious. I guess I've learned that the secret ingredient to a great omelette isn't love its pride, oh and pepper. Maybe next week I'll have a go at separating egg whites, but hey, baby steps right?