This is a snippet from Out of Time, my 2011, NaNoWriMo. I had accepted a dare: Write an entire chapter about the cooking of an egg.
If she weren’t famished, and his antics unbelievably deplorable, it would be almost comical. Vanessa heaved a heavy sigh and slapped the newspaper onto the table. “Get out a bowl and two eggs,” she said.
Jeremy was about to smash the eggs together when she put up her hand. “One at a time, crack the eggs on the side of the bowl.”
On Jeremy’s first try, the shell disintegrated in his hand. Egg ran over his fingers and onto the counter.
“Take the other egg,” she said through gritted teeth.
“It’s no use,” he grumbled. “I can’t do this.”
“For goodness sake, Jeremy, this isn’t rocket science. It’s breakfast.”
‘Well, apparently, I can’t do breakfast.”