When cooks say that eggs were used as a binder, they weren't kidding.

Today, I worked on the omelet station for a brunch.

There's two things you need to know before I go on with this story:

1. When I did C-CAP, I had to deal with omelets. After the competition and getting my scholarship, I swore to myself that I would not wear a toque, nor make another omelet again. But this plays on later.

2. I've never worked a brunch before, and as a Garde Manger (salad station), I've NEVER worked professionally near a stove in a kitchen shift. Major disadvantage.

Day starts off with me coming, and doing my normal Garde Manger stuff: Cutting romaine, putting them in containers and stuff. After that, my boss tells me that he promotes me to the omelet station, and pun unintended, I said to him that "I don't want to count my eggs, but I did omelets when I competed."

Oh lord.

This is when the second part of the facts come in. I have not made an omelet in a long time, nor I haven't worked on a stove at work. But I figured that it would be the same.

It wasn't.

To be honest with you, I had my coworker flip my omelets for me, and I did the charming. I think it's good compensation for a temporary lack of talent.

Then, my boss kept egging (I probably won't stop with wordplay, just a warning) me to flip the omelets, but I refused, stating that I wouldn't want to screw with discovery, especially in front of customers. D'oh.

At the end of the day, I got to flipping omelets, because they were employee meals. I stopped caring, since they're employees. We could eat deep fried, chocolate covered bugs and not give a shit about it. I care about employees enough though to cook my stuff right, so I don't want any negativity forthcoming for my previous I-don't-give-a-shit comment.

Back to the very sentence that I begun with.

Eggs, or food in general is a common necessity for everyone. It creates a certain chemistry, whether it is salt melting in your food giving it a salty taste, or a minute or two conversation while waiting for their eggs to cook. Ironically, this concept of need brings us together and produces joy.

To sum it up, it's basically one of the million reasons why I really want to do this.