sometimes, it is performing the simple day to day tasks that give us the most joy and happiness when serving a Mistress. i suppose, that i am no different in this respect. for, i always try to give my best to my Mistress, in whatever endeavor She has assigned to me.
case in point, "meals". now, i enjoy cooking and preparing meals for my Mistress. it is always a special treat for me to do so. i have no problem with cooking lunch or "whipping" up something special for Her dinner. i am fairly adept at cooking steaks, chops, poultry and fish. cooking and steaming tempting vegetable combinations are also no problem for me. but, cooking breakfast? that is another drama filled issue for me. in particular, the cooking of any kind of eggs.
i had arrived somewhat early during the morning to my Mistresses' home. She is usually intent on keeping me busy and generally has assigned a myriad of domestic tasks and duties for me to complete while She works on the complex issues of maintaining Her empire. however, on this particular morning She greeted me at the door, balled up Her fist and socked me hard in the stomach, then tweaked my nose hard. She smiled with mischief, stood on Her tiptoes twisted my nipples hard and said.
"I want scrambled eggs for breakfast. Go fix me some breakfast." She must of noticed my ash fallen expression because it affected Her immediately. "Whats the matter pet?" She said.
i looked at Her quizzically. "scrambled eggs Mistress? i don't think i can. i really don't believe i should try. i might screw them up." i made a sad pouty face to try to convince Her to let me off the hook. but this only strengthened Her resolve and made Her somewhat irritated with me.
She patted my cheek and pinched my nose. "Well then." She said looking seriously at me ... I guess You will learn then, won't You?" She walked into Her bedroom and closed Her door. i was left in the hallway with a stupid scared look on my face.
now, how hard could it be to scramble some eggs? i went online to find a simple straight forward recipe. i gathered the ingredients together .."lets see eggs, milk, butter, salt and pepper". i mixed the eggy concoction together and was happy that the pan was now hot and greased with the butter. i whipped up the concoction and then dumped it into the frying pan and waited pensively for it to cook. Everything seemed to be going well. i was preparing my Mistresses" breakfast tray when i smelled a burning smell.
OMG! the eggs were burning! i had forgotten to turn them and now they were a stinking, smelly mass of black charred and brown ash! i had fucked up the eggs! Quickly, i turned off the burner and dispatched the burning embryos to the kitchen sink. i rewashed the brown burnt pan and proceeded to remake the eggs. whew! that was a close one.
i retraced my steps through the recipe and finally had the egg concoction whipped and siting comfortably in the frying pan. i turned the heat down considerably and waited for the eggs to brown slightly on the side. i then folded and flipped until the eggs were a nice fluffy mixture. i dabbed my forehead and was so pleased with myself. but, i blew it again! i allowed the eggs to sit too long on the burner when all of a sudden they began to brown and scorch on the bottom. i quickly turned off the burner and moved the eggs to a nuetral, safe location. but,it was too late. the eggs had that kind of burn't campfire look to them. it wasn't too bad. heck, maybe She kinda likes a little brown in her eggs.
"fishpaste? whats that i smell burning?" it was too late. She came scrambling out of Her room to see the scorched eggs. She looked at me, then the eggs and then chided me. "You were right, You really don't know how to scramble eggs...do you?" i hung my head in shame and agreed with Her culinary assessment. "Alright, bring them into my room. They don't appear too badly burned. but the next time you burn My eggs, I'm going to kick you hard in the balls and scramble your eggs." She whispered into my ear as She ranked on my shirt collar.
since then, i am proud to say that i have not burned or scorched one ... single ... egg ... or have i?
damn! ... not again! ;-)
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