I began to slowly wake up, feeling the warmth of cloud on my side and something else that my hoofs were wrapped around. Wait a minute what did I have wrapped in my hoof!? My eyes flew open wide, only to cause a smile to form on my lips as I saw Riptide. Aww cute, he slept with his mouth open a bit when he slept. I considered getting up and maybe baking breakfast for him, but eventually cuddling for just a minute more won over that thought.
A few minutes later I let out a sigh, kissed his cheek and slowly slid out of bed, making sure not to disturb Riptide. Cloud wasn’t on the “do not disturb” list to his dissapointment, and he hopped onto the ground with his fur puffed out. I think that showed he was annoyed, but a scratch behind the ears made him purr which was enough re-assurance then I needed. Walking out of the room, I quietly closed the door behind me before moving on, heading for the kitchen. Soon I was getting out pots and pans, buuuut having no idea what to do with them.
Despite me being alone, most of my meals had been canned do to my low money, so I never had to cook. I sat down for a second, blankly staring at the contents of his fridge, trying to think of what I should try and make. I remembered my mother one time trying to teach me how to make an omelet. Welp I hoped he liked omelets, because it was the only thing I had any idea of how to make. Now then, what did I actuely need besides eggs?
I decided to get a bit experimental, and grabbed a couple ingredients and spices. I surveyed what I had grabbed, taking them in and racking my brain for a good use for each one. Onion, tomato, rosemary, pepper, salt, celery seeds, and sesame seeds. What was I missing? Looking over it a second time, my brain was only managing to draw blanks. Gah I knew what I was being stupid but I couldn’t remember. I hit myself with my hoof, and accidently conked myself a bit too hard.
Letting out an “EEP!” my own blow sent me falling onto my side, and making me rub the place I had hit. Damnit self restraint woman! Shaking my head, I finally remembered the most obvious thing I needed. Eggs, I needed eggs, the main part of the whole dish. The little pony in my head wasn’t going to let me forget THAT mistake. Getting up, I walked back over to the fridge, opened the door and grabbed a couple eggs. I also grabbed a couple blueberries.
Okay, so I needed only the yolk of the eggs, right? I stared blankly at the eggs, wondering how I was even going to get it out of the shell without getting the shell mixed with the egg. And furthermore how I was going to remove the yolk from the whites. Picking up and egg with both hoofs and stretching my neck to grab a cup for the whites and shell and another for the yolk, I positioned myself so the egg was between both of my hoofs, raised over the edge of the cup. Bringing my hoofs down quickly, I heard the crack as the shell broke.
I of course went to hard, and the yolk and whites fell out, followed by egg shell fragments, but none of them landed in the yolk. Some of the egg came for revenge, splattering against my coat much to my annoyment. Noticing it was still salvageable, I reached a hoof in and attempted to scoop the yolk out and into the other cup. Instead it slipped under my hoof and got crushed and skidded against the sides of the bowl. Okaay, this was going to need to be done differently.
Wait a minute, Riptide was an earth pony too! Blinking, I looked towards one of the drawers and hoped that there was something to make it easier. Jackpot. It was full of fancy little gadgets to help with cooking, and I found a device that seemed like it could work. It had a glass section, the perfect size for an egg with another section below, the reason for it unknown to me. Slipping an egg into the top, I closed it and pushed a button located on the side. The whole machine began to shake a bit, and I placed it down, trotting about 5 feet away. No reason not to be careful, right?
The egg shell began to crack, and the white and yolk leaked out. Well, this was going eggaclysmic. Suddenly the yolk leaking out began leaking into the bottom part, but nothing else. I smiled, and walked back over to the device, detaching the lower part and plopping the yolk into the proper cup. Well, that went better than egg-spected. The pony in my head told me to stop with the puns, but these “yolks” are too good. Plus why did it matter how many puns I make in my head? It's not like anyone is seeing my thoughts.
I did this process two more times, till I had three perfect yolks. Then I grabbed a pan and… what now? I think on cooking shows they normally put oil on the pan, right? With that thought I began to drizzle a bit of oil onto the pan, then flopped the eggs in. I watched as they began to Sizzle, sitting down and just watching. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do know, so I grabbed a spatula and began to play with them a big, moving them around a bit in the pan.
While playing, I accidently popped one, the yellow contents spilling into the pan, now cooking it. I blinked, then popped the other two realizing I probably should have done that at the beginning. Deciding to try and add something, I sprinkled some pepper and salt on it, liking the now speckly look it had. So maybe I added a bit more just for the looks. Okay a fair amount more.
Looking back, I took a wiff of the rosemary, and smiled at the aroma. It was sort of earthy and well.. Alive. Although I admit it probably wasn’t the best idea to do an action based off of smell, I picked up the rosemary and brought it over the the eggs, and then began to take the leaves off and put them into the eggs. The contrast of green from the rest of it looked nice. Wait a minute, don’t you normally fold an omelet over to make sure it doesn’t burn?
Picking the spatula up again, I folded the omelet over, noting the fairly nice looking side and the fact it was more solid now, like a pancake. Then I walked back over to the few ingredients I had left. I took one look at the tomatoes before putting them back in the fridge, and the same for the celery seeds. Honestly the omelet already smelled good and looked fine, so I just cut it in half and put both halves on a separate plate each. I carried the plates to the table, then made a couple runs grabbing napkins and utensils, placing them next to the plates. Thinking on a whim, I real quick got some bacon bits and sprinkled it along the edges of the plates. Bacon makes everything better after all.
I finished by adding a bit onto the omelet itself before putting the bacon bits away again. When I trotted back to the table, I was surprirsed to find cloud had decided to try and sneak a bite, and was now slowly crawling on his stomach towards the food, as if stalking prey. I sped up my trot till I could reach Cloud with my mouth, then grabbed the scruff of his neck in my mouth. He mewed pitifully, but even so I placed him back on the ground.
The mewing for the omelets quickely stopped as I got out some fish and put it in a bowl, which he bounded over too. Cats really weren’t picky, unless it came to hard things that could hurt their teeth. Even then they tended to bite and attempt to swallow it. I began to wonder what Cloud would look like if he suddenly became a pony, and if he would still be fluffy. Darnit thinking of his fluff made me want to hug him. Infact I did hug him, then went back to the table.
I heard a yawn from down the hall, and Riptide came out, hobbling on three hoofs as he rubbed his eye with one of his hoofs. I smiled as he approached, and motioned to the two dishes of omelets. “I present to you, poison on a plate!” I intoned, and he giggled. “I just threw a couple random things together, so lets hope you like it,” I said, and picked up a fork and began to eat. It wasn’t bad, and I began to eat a bit faster, surprised. I had expected to spit it out as soon as I tried it, but instead it resembled something good.
Even more to my surprise Riptide seemed to be enjoying it a lot, and was digging in like his life depended on it. If I could try so little and make something like this cooking is easy, right? I should still probably see if he could teach me anything, to be sure this wasn’t a fluke. Till then, I would enjoy this food.