My 1st time cooking experiment!

Do you remember your first time cooking? When I was young, my mom didn't allow me enter the kitchen since one of my classmates' houses exploded due to his mistakes cooking. I did not resist because I was truly scared by that accident. However, a few years passed by, and I became more interested in cooking. I found that I often stuck around my mom and observed as she prepared the food. Nonetheless,the kitchen still had a "stop" sign for me, and I didn't have any chance to experiment with cooking. But they couldn't always stop me, could they? 

It was an early day on Saturday morning, and I got up early as usual. My mom had gone grocery shopping, my dad was still sleeping in his room, and no one else was at home,except my adorable dog. It was time to strike back! I sneaked through the living room, and there was the kitchen right in front of me! I was extremely excited. 

I stepped inside, with a look of unrestrained greed in my eyes. I touched all the household utensils: The tidy dishes like mirrors, the oven like a tiny house, the pans sparkling like diamonds. Everything to me was so fresh! As I hadn't aet breakfast, I decided to make a delicious omelette for myself. Since I had seen my mom do it, how could it be hard for me?

I started to work as quietly as I could, since I did not want to wake my dad up. I took two eggs, onions, and three tomatoes from the refrigerator. I knew the basics, so I began to cut the vegetables into shreds. I chopped the onions on the work surface just I had seen chefs do it on TV. Then came the tomatoes. I washed them first and started chopping.This time I cut my finger…. “Ouch!” I screamed. There was no bleeding but It was truly felt painful.  

The little hurt didn't stop me, and after about a few minutes I stopped whining. Then, I continued to wash my eggs. It was hard to crack in half. I tried several times to practice….and you know, I even spilled some on the floor too accidentally, 

The pepper were the next! Well, my mom always keep pepper on the top shelf of the cabinet. I just couldn't  understood why she put it so high. Whatever the logic might be, it was super annoying to jump to reach it. After countless failed, I went to the living room and moved a chair as a tool. I climbing up the chair;then I jumped to the sink. After that grabbed the pepper and chili powder. 

After that, I put the ingredients into one huge bowl with eggs, pepper, chili power, and whisked it. I lit the electric stove and put a pan on it, then added some oil in it. Everything was going perfectly——I was satisfied with my success, and elated. That brings to mind a TV show called “ A Bite of China”; the chefs in that program can only use one hand to turn the egg upside down in the pan. I decided to try it with my eyes closed…. since I was overconfident. When I opened my eyes again, there was nothing in the pan,

 “ Wait, where is my breakfast???” I looked wildly around for my omelette. Finally I found the omelette stick to the ceiling. “Oh my god, are you kidding me? How can you jump to the ceiling, my dear omelette!!” I was so surprised and nervous; then I grabbed a stool and broom to clean the ceiling.

While I was busy in cleaning the ceiling, someone came up behind me. It was my mom. She was angry to see the kitchen in a mess, and I must have looked reductions to her.The cabinets were all open, and some eggs, pepper and chili power were on the stove and floor. 

My mother found a punishment for me —I had to clean the kitchen first and wash all the dishes for one month. Well, after I had done all the things my mom gave me, I realized it was so tireing to do the housework. My first cooking experience turned out to be a disaster, and I had to do one month drudge….I mean “ sham chef ”. But I was happy with my accomplishment, since at least I knew how tired my mom was, and I would never again tried to turn the egg upside down in the pan!