/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"I had always wondered why...the only things I could ever make were eggs," I mutter aloud, more to myself than Sakuya. She watches me, cautiously, the same expression as ever on her face.
Does she think I'm crazy, perhaps?
I'm not crazy.
I simply understand now.
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Every egg-based meal I ever made turned out perfectly.
Huevos rancheros. Tea egg. Omelette. Dan furong. Even the first tamagoyaki I made was a masterpiece. I assumed it was all the result of something like "luck" or "skill", but in the end, neither of those explanations were correct.
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Images flash in my mind.
Cuticula. Membrane. Chalaza. Albumen. Even with my eyes open, I can see them clearly.
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I understand the concept of 'eggs'.
Yes, that's right. If it is made from an egg, I can create it easily.
I don't even need the cookbook. The steps of the recipe are etched into my soul.
The Mistress desires a cake.
And a cake--
The very first thing you do--is--
"Beat egg yolks." I whisper.

And it begins.