Zaran

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒯𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓎－𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓇

☾✧˖° Lorenzo ☾✧˖°
Zara was softly sleeping on my chest, so I gently shifted away from her to avoid disturbing her from her sleep. I got dressed, putting on a comfortable hoodie and some sweatpants. I smiled at her before walking out the door.

Who would've thought she would be in my bed?

It's 7:30, I can make her breakfast in time.

I take out my phone and decide to search for a recipe on Youtube. "How to cook eggs and pancakes," I type in the search field and browse through the list of results.

One video immediately stands out - with a whopping 2.5 million views.

I rushed into the kitchen, desperate to start cooking. I took out my eggs from the fridge and laid them on the counter. There was something nagging at me: am I supposed to cook the egg and add some salt?

I watched a few seconds of the video and immediately began scanning the fridge for the necessary ingredients. Could something as simple as hot sauce and lime really create a delicious dish?

I grab a bowl and started cracking the eggs, pondering on exactly how many I should make; Would 8 be too much? Or maybe 4 eggs would be enough?

With a grumble, I take the eggs shells from the counter and throw them out. I see a small eggshell in the bowl. Frustrated, I tried to pick it out but it kept slipping through my spoon and dropping back inside. After a few attempts, however, I managed to get the eggshell out and grinned with satisfaction.

I wandered over to my kitchen cabinet, looking through the array of different seasonings. So which one tastes best? I decided on a combination of Salt, Old Bay, Goya, black pepper, and Adobo. Carefully measured out the appropriate amount of each, sprinkling them onto the eggs in the bowl. With a sharp knife, I cut up some limes into slices.

I unexpectedly cut my fingers and felt a sharp pain. Instinctively, I brought my thumb to my lips, trying to take away the sting. I squeezed the lime into the egg and put some drops of hot sauce. I accidentally squeezed it too hard and put a little bit too much.

Please don't tell me it's spicy, Lord, please.

I grabbed the pan and turned the fire on. I poured a decent amount of oil on the pan and sit on the stool waiting for the pan to heat up.

I grabbed the bowl and cautiously poured the egg into the pan, my heart racing as I watched it hit bottom. What had I gotten myself into? How was I supposed to make this taste good? How do I even cook this? Do I flip it over or do something else? After a few moments of silence, my mind finally cleared and told me what to do-I had to watch over it and flip it.

I mean it seemed like common sense, right?

I walked away and went inside the bathroom to brush my teeth. I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing, spitting out the toothpaste.