Omelette
“You crack me up!” Benjamin cackled.
Kenneth looked his friend over as if to check for any cracks needing medical intervention.
“It’s time you learn,” Benjamin said. “How can you go through life without making an omelette?”
Kenneth reluctantly selected a recipe. He gathered all ingredients he could find and set out to cook.
Benjamin took a bite. “You call this an omelette?”
The cook wriggled uncomfortably. “I didn’t know we ran out of milk.”
“You could’ve used skim milk powder, mixed with water.”
Benjamin continued crunching, picking out bits from his portion.
“How much eggshell does this thing have?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada.