Post by Josh Bernstein on Dec 2, 2019 21:22:13 GMT -5
February 2012
49. Scramble
Under Riley's instructions Josh had slowly become competent in the kitchen. Or rather, he had become competent at baking, which he had decided was more or less the same thing. In his burgeoning confidence he had determined that he should make breakfast for Sean.
He had slipped out of bed while the telepath was still asleep, grateful that his partner didn't stir; Sean wasn't as deep a sleeper as he was. More than that, he was grateful that he had managed to wake up first. Usually Sean was awake far before he was, but anxiety over his plans had caused him to wake every couple of hours until the morning.
He pulled on a pair of khakis then grabbed a robe (Sean had worn off on him in that regards since he had moved in) and slipped down the stairs, careful not to make any noise.
The recipe he had seemed easy enough. At least, it had very few ingredients, and he had all of them because they were staples and Sean was good about keeping basics in the house.
He busied himself placing all the proper ingredients on the counter before pulling out the utensils he would need. He wasn't quite sure about the size of the pan, so he took out the largest skillet he could find.
He turned on the stove, then grabbed the bowl, peering at the directions he had written down.
In went the milk and the salt and pepper; the pepper shook too well, and he decided to balance it out by adding more salt. Then he cracked the eggs over the edge of the bowl, panicking as flecks of shell fell into the mixture.
He found a spoon and fished them out, then tossed it into the dishwasher, returning to his recipe.
Beat the eggs, it said.
He was glad he had taken lessons from Riley; baking sometimes required beating eggs. If he hadn't done this with his friend's help, however, he knew he would be utterly confused by the terminology.
When he thought that was well and blended he heated the butter over the skillet, staring hard until it looked more or less melted. He immediately poured in the egg mixture, then, stirring obsessively, waiting for the eggs to turn into fluffy yellow clouds of egg.
Instead they turned dark, with black flecks from the mound of pepper he'd dumped in. And they looked rubbery.
"Josh?"
At the sound of the sleepy voice Josh turned around guiltily. "Oh, Sean...." He stammered, wishing he could hide his project not because he was worried about the surprise now, but because it hadn't turned out like he'd hoped. "I...ahh..."
The telepath peered over his shoulders. "Scrambled eggs?" He questioned, quirking an eyebrow. As the attorney nodded in embarrassment his partner smiled.
"I'll go start the coffee."
this was originally for the 2012 150 prompt challenge
49. Scramble
Under Riley's instructions Josh had slowly become competent in the kitchen. Or rather, he had become competent at baking, which he had decided was more or less the same thing. In his burgeoning confidence he had determined that he should make breakfast for Sean.
He had slipped out of bed while the telepath was still asleep, grateful that his partner didn't stir; Sean wasn't as deep a sleeper as he was. More than that, he was grateful that he had managed to wake up first. Usually Sean was awake far before he was, but anxiety over his plans had caused him to wake every couple of hours until the morning.
He pulled on a pair of khakis then grabbed a robe (Sean had worn off on him in that regards since he had moved in) and slipped down the stairs, careful not to make any noise.
The recipe he had seemed easy enough. At least, it had very few ingredients, and he had all of them because they were staples and Sean was good about keeping basics in the house.
He busied himself placing all the proper ingredients on the counter before pulling out the utensils he would need. He wasn't quite sure about the size of the pan, so he took out the largest skillet he could find.
He turned on the stove, then grabbed the bowl, peering at the directions he had written down.
In went the milk and the salt and pepper; the pepper shook too well, and he decided to balance it out by adding more salt. Then he cracked the eggs over the edge of the bowl, panicking as flecks of shell fell into the mixture.
He found a spoon and fished them out, then tossed it into the dishwasher, returning to his recipe.
Beat the eggs, it said.
He was glad he had taken lessons from Riley; baking sometimes required beating eggs. If he hadn't done this with his friend's help, however, he knew he would be utterly confused by the terminology.
When he thought that was well and blended he heated the butter over the skillet, staring hard until it looked more or less melted. He immediately poured in the egg mixture, then, stirring obsessively, waiting for the eggs to turn into fluffy yellow clouds of egg.
Instead they turned dark, with black flecks from the mound of pepper he'd dumped in. And they looked rubbery.
"Josh?"
At the sound of the sleepy voice Josh turned around guiltily. "Oh, Sean...." He stammered, wishing he could hide his project not because he was worried about the surprise now, but because it hadn't turned out like he'd hoped. "I...ahh..."
The telepath peered over his shoulders. "Scrambled eggs?" He questioned, quirking an eyebrow. As the attorney nodded in embarrassment his partner smiled.
"I'll go start the coffee."
this was originally for the 2012 150 prompt challenge
