‘How do you want your eggs?’ the waitress asked.
It was our weekly routine. She asked, and I didn’t know what to say.
‘Scrambled, soft scrambled, over easy, sunny-side up, over medium, over hard poached,’ she listed all the variations in rapid speed –as always.
I had eaten a mountain of scrambled eggs, just because I felt too nervous to order anything else.
Today I felt rebellious; I was tired of scrambled eggs.
‘I want to see the sun shining please,’ I said with as much confidence as I could come up with.
‘Finally,’ she said with a grin.
(Word Count: 101)
I remember my first attempt to order fried eggs like it was yesterday. Learning a new language is not that complicated, using it, on the other hand, that’s a totally different ball game.
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Happy Holidays to all of you!
Nice little eggful story full of funny sunny asides
True story 🙂
I was going to mention the salad dressing options, then I saw you covered it in your last reply. Usually, I’ll read the menu three times over and then order the same exact thing I ate the last ten times I visited that restaurant. Old habits are hard to break.
I like this. A choice made at last. Hopefully one of many
Ordering food is tough when you learn a new language. It leaves one with rather simple choices at first. 🙂
Yay. a new preparation of egg to try! I’ve never seen most of those variations myself. In England it seems to be “scrambled, fried or boiled” 🙂
No worries, the rest of the world has “scrambled, fried, boiled and poached.” Here it’s the variations of so called fried eggs, that’s every confusing -and unnecessary.
Flipping a fried egg over, that’s egg abuse. 🙂
I think they’re off to a good start. Variety is the spice of life, they say.
English is my first and only language and I still don’t know what half those egg variations are! 😉
I have my own egg theory: A cook, who couldn’t fry an egg, messed up over and over and decided to give the accidental creation a name. Like “over easy” and it went from there. 🙂
Dear Bridget,
I am the queen of food ruts. Loved this illustration of that. From start to finish, I felt like I was in the diner ordering breakfast. Good job.
Shalom,
Rochelle
When in that situation I usually resort to pointing at the menu! Nice story 🙂
English is not my first language. I came to the U.S. in the 80’s as a newly wed. Learning a new language is alright, but ordering food can be pain.
We are how we take our eggs
I guess I went from scrambled to sunny 🙂
Oh yes… there are so many ways to cook an egg… and that rapid succession I remember… even more confusing with beer and salad dressing…
Do not get me started on the salad dressing. I thought “Ranch” was a farm. 🙂