How hard can scrambled eggs be?

Laurie threw down a challenge last night that I should make him scrambled eggs for breakfast. Now, for most I know that you would think easy but alas dear readers not I. My breakfast menu when I cook is toast. That's it. I can also do crumpets in the toaster. There was I thinking I was not multi skilled.

So using google as my friend as well as a few friends suggestions from facebook I was ready for the morning. Can I just say here that cooks can be very passionate over something as simple as cooking an egg, To whisk or not, butter or unsalted butter, cream or milk and the list goes on.

I certainly wasn't going shopping so a basic recipe of eggs, milk, salt and a little butter was chosen. Then Laurie made it even harder. he wanted it served on toast with bacon on the side. That's when the fear set in. To make this so called simple breakfast I was going to need two pans and an electrical device.

Arose bright and early and waited for him to wake. This is when I made another discovery about myself. I can't cook unless I have had a shower and cleaned my teeth. Is this normal or was it just a vain attempt to postpone the inevitable.

So freshly showered ingredients were assembled.

You may notice no butter. I forgot that and had a mild panic when it was needed. I do like everything close to hand.

I decided to go with the whisking method. There was a lovely page that showed me the correct action and I thought if they had gone to so much trouble I should give it a go. Of course what they didn't tell you was that you would think your arm was going to fall off after 2 minutes of whisking. Still pain aside I had a nice bubbled mixture like they said and put my bacon on to cook.

Bizarrely the next step was to heat your butter whilst the bubbles settled. Seemed strange to me but what do I know. After the panic of finding the butter I had it nicely foaming and into the pans went my eggs.

This is when I discovered my big mistake. Size does matter. They cooked in a nano second and even I could tell they would be rubbery. I need to find a nice small pan for next time.

Another panic over the toast - I forgot it - and time to plate up.

Not quite MasterChef standard but the best I could do. Laurie hates to say anything bad about my cooking but finally admitted they could be a bit creamier. Guess what he's having for breakfast next Sunday?