Crack that Egg

I truly enjoy cooking and coming up with a few new or creative dishes, but I am no executive chef although I receive plenty of praise from friends and family.

Combine working with your hands, all your other senses and loving to eat a well prepared meal and doing so, for most any guy, perhaps for the women in your life, isn't such a huge task - a task you may enjoy because it takes you out of the needy category because you can man a kitchen in short notice. Your wife or girlfriend must now have other offerings as she adores your cooking prowess and how well you can produce beyond the yard and the shed. You still wear the pants, but she just lost the apron - to you. A'ha!

Or, it may become mandatory for us men because we are just a few generations separated (one, typically) from women (our mothers and grandmothers) who truly wanted to or knew their way around a kitchen, a boston butt, a good pasta or the difference between sweating some collard greens or preparing a london broil for the grill. Otherwise, you may be completely on your own.

This story originated, was spawned by, after noticing my mother reading a story on preparing omelets - not a specific recipe, just omelets in general. Good info, I imagine. I'll check it out later.

None of this is all to complicated and it all tastes so much better unless I pay someone I know who is much better at it.

Oh, the egg came first, so start there.

There's much other fun to be had in the kitchen. We'll just leave it at the egg came first.