Egg Sense

This morning, I bravely said: “No pastries today.”
(I immediately missed them.)
But I had a mission. A savory breakfast mission.

Pandy suggested omelettes. “They’re satisfying,” he said, sipping tea. “Balanced. Predictable.”
Predictable? Ha! Not this one.

It Started Calm… Then Got Complicated

I picked out my fillings with optimism:
– Mushrooms (mysterious)
– Cheese (comforting)
– Spinach (responsible)
– A sprinkle of surprise (…I think it was leftover taco night?)

At first, it was all going well. The eggs fluffed. The cheese melted. I felt in control.
But then—the flip.

It tore. The middle slumped. The taco surprise leaked existential confusion.

I stared into the pan.
Was this a breakfast… or a metaphor?

Scrambled on the Inside

As I tried to patch it back together, I realized:
I felt like this omelette.

Mostly good ingredients.
Some odd choices.
Trying to hold it together but definitely leaking cheese-based emotion.

Pandy came over and gently patted my paw. “It’s still breakfast,” he said.
Mini Blue changed color—sympathy purple.

The Emotional Side of Savory

It’s easy to pretend sweet breakfasts are simple: croissants don’t challenge your identity.
But savory ones? They make you think. They make you feel.

You chew slowly. You reflect.
You wonder if you’re spinach pretending to be cheese.

Final Thoughts (with Hot Sauce)

In the end, I ate the omelette. It was messy. A little weird. Completely me.

And it tasted… honest.

So next time your feelings get scrambled, just remember:
You’re not a failed flip. You’re just in progress.

And also: add more cheese. That always helps.

Warmly whisked,
Doggie 🐶🍳

P.S. Pandy still prefers toast and tea. But he admitted mine had “character.” I think that’s a compliment?