Being at school, I don’t get a chance to
cook very often and even when I am home, there are only a few dishes I actually
cook for myself. Trying to figure out the perfect meal that I wanted to make
was a pretty daunting task. It was my chance to have the creative freedom in
both the kitchen and my writing. I had the unique opportunity to have full
reign of my rules and expectations for this meal. After reading Michael Pollan’s
The Omnivore’s Dilemma, my first
thought was to establish some guidelines for myself, which is what he does when
trying to create his perfect meal, but in all honesty, I didn’t want to have
that pressure. So instead of creating
rules, I tried to figure out what to prepare.
I knew instantly what person I wanted to
share my meal with, my best friend and roommate Kari. She was open to new
things and I knew she wouldn’t judge me if I messed it all up. No matter what,
she would be appreciative that I was the one cooking and it was one less trip
up the hill to the cafeteria. So in a way, I was ensuring a perfect meal no
matter what because I had the perfect eating companion.
My meal idea hit me one weekend
mid-quarter when I was waiting in an incredibly long line for a caf omelet. Why
was I wasting my time on something that wouldn’t curb my hunger? I didn’t want
some salmon colored egg mixture thrown together with bits and pieces of veggies
cooked in who knows what kind of oil. I didn’t want to have to stand for 20
minutes just to have an overcooked, overly spongy egg disk. Sure, the omelets
were decent enough and at least we had them as an option, but they made me my
stomach queasy, which had me wondering how real the premixed eggs were. I
wanted to make my own eggs that I could eat without having to worry about an
aftershock.
I wanted eggs, but not just any eggs. I
desired two eggs over easy, sautéed mushrooms and spinach with salsa, all on
top of sourdough toast spread with a thick layer of hummus. I craved over-easy
eggs specifically. To me, there was something very appealing and appetizing
about a runny yolk. Normally, I dipped my toast in the yellow yolk, and for
some reason it mimicked butter, not just in color, but in its rich taste as
well.
Not a classic dish by any means. I
remember getting bored with only eggs and toast, and deciding it would be a
good idea to add things that I would include in an omelet, but instead of
tomatoes, I opted for the more spicy version; salsa. At home, this was a simple
meal since everything was right at my fingertips, ready in the fridge for my
consumption for whenever I wanted it. It was a common post-workout meal, being
that eggs are a great source of protein and I could make a sandwich out of it,
another favorite type of food of mine. Here at school, it was not convenient
for me to cook eggs all the time. I had to somehow acquire these ingredients
and the proper cooking ware all without a car to make my ideal meal. And I was
up for the challenge because I wanted some eggs!
Eggs wouldn’t be the first idea to pop
into many people’s minds when trying to figure out what their idea of a perfect
meal was. I mean sure, they are tasty, but they are also loaded with vitamins
and minerals, all for under a 100 calories a piece. To me, eggs are one of the
most versatile foods. They are a staple in many recipes, served with a variety
of other dishes, and are the main ingredient in many meals. I have never been
able to understand how there are so many people who cannot stand the thought of
this wonderful nourishment.
In order to complete this project, I had
to do a lot of pre-planning. For many reasons, the thought of using the cooking
supplies in the dorm kitchen disgusted me. I didn’t know the last time the
cutting boards had been washed, if at all, and what had been placed on the
countertops. Luckily, my mother came to visit me the night before I planned to
cook the delicious breakfast for Kari and myself. She brought everything I
needed, even the spatula and pan. Unfortunately, I had to make this meal
without toast because there were no toasters in the dorm and it would have been
too much of a hassle to try and toast the bread in the oven. That also meant no
hummus. I wasn’t too worried about it. The food would still be delicious and
wonderful.
After waking up on a lovely November
morning, I got to work preparing our breakfast. Kari was still asleep, but I
didn’t mind working alone. In the mornings, especially while cooking, I liked
to be alone. It gave me time to think and also that way I didn’t have to worry
about I had my own system and didn’t want anyone messing it up. I decided that
I would clean and rinse my mushrooms in our bathroom sink. Not the most
sanitary place I could have chosen, but it worked well enough. Carrying
everything from my room to the kitchen took a lot of balance, but I was able to
make it without dropping anything. Thankfully, it was on the same floor so I
was able to run back and grab plates and bowls I forgot during first trip.
As I said before, cooking in an unfamiliar
kitchen was daunting. I didn’t know how hot the stove would get or how quickly,
and the weird creaks and groans made me think I was slowly torturing the
machine and it could explode any second. The speckled, cream colored counter
tops led me to believe they hadn’t been cleaned in a long while and the air was
stagnant, smelling on Chinese someone must have microwaved the night before. It
wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was all I had and would have to do. Once I
the pan was hot and the weird noises had finally subsided, I sprinkled some
water on its jet-black surface, hearing a satisfactory sizzle; it was time to
start sautéing the mushrooms.
Time and time again, this meal has been
one of my favorites because of its simplicity in its creation. Now, it is at
the point where I have the meal down to a science. When making this meal, I
first toss the mushrooms into the pan, and then add the spinach once the
mushrooms are almost fully cooked. The eggs are then cooked since the pan is
already hot and they take less time to prepare, allowing for
the vegetables to stay warm. After the mushrooms and spinach
cook down into a somewhat soupy concoction and are set aside, I carefully pour
the eggs into the pan, not wanting to break the yolks. Unintentionally breaking
a yolk is one of my biggest fears. When I want to eat a smooth, creamy
masterpiece, accidentally turning it into a squishy, chewy pod of yellow does
not strike my fancy. Instead of having just the pressure of making my own
without error, I had to make them for Kari as well.
I successfully flipped the eggs without
seeing yellow yolk bleeding everywhere, and I was able to time it so nothing
was over or undercooked. In no time I had the food on plates, Kari had woken
up, and we were in our room, ready to eat. Sitting cross-legged on the floor at
our little table, we added some salsa on top, brightening it up immensely.
I watched her gingerly take a bite of the egg creation. She chewed and a
smile slowly spread across her face.
“That’s so good!” Kari said. “Its not what
I was expecting, but I really like it.”
I was glad that she appreciated the simple,
yet appetizing breakfast. Now knowing that Kari was enjoying her food, I dug
into mine, satisfied as the fork punctured the yolk, which oozed out of the egg
and into the soupy mixture. Delicious. Knowing that I was able to share a simple,
fresh, yet tasty meal with someone and not have to eat cafeteria food was great
enough in itself, but getting to show off my skills in the kitchen, as small as
they are, made me feel accomplished.