I was as hungry as a wolf. Well, maybe even as hungry as a whole pack of wolves! And, as always in such cases, I couldn’t think of what to eat. The only thing that came to mind was to crack an egg and whip something up quickly. So, scrambled eggs it would be.
I took out a frying pan, looked in the fridge, and thought: why always use just eggs and butter? After all, the fridge is full of other things!
And then I decided to try something new. I found some cheese. “Why not?” I thought and started grating it right onto the plate. Then I saw some leftover bacon from dinner. Scrambled eggs with bacon, after all, would only taste better, right?
From there, everything escalated like a culinary frenzy. I added green onions, chopped tomatoes, grabbed some leftover spinach, found pickles, and even a handful of corn. To be honest, I’d almost forgotten I was making scrambled eggs—it was more like an omelet straight out of a mad chef’s dream.
I beat the eggs, added milk (not sure why, but at that moment, it seemed like a great idea). Then I added all the ingredients, which were lined up on the counter like an audience before a show. At that moment, I felt like a true master of scrambled eggs—I’d never added so much to them before.
When this whole mixture started sizzling in the pan, an aroma filled the kitchen so rich that even the neighbor’s cat started rubbing against the door—she definitely knew something tasty was happening. When I finally put my fantastic scrambled eggs on a plate and tasted them, I realized I wasn’t even hungry anymore. But for such a taste, I’d gladly get hungry all over again!
It turned out strange, unexpected, but very delicious. And it looks like I’ve come up with a new recipe—scrambled eggs with a twist, or, to be exact, with whatever was on hand.
To be continued…
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