We watched a bunch of videos on Utube, we debated the techniques, the theories, the skills, now I think we're ready.

I nodded at Noah.

"You ready to do this?"

Noah nodded back.

"Ready."

I looked over my other shoulder to Angie.

"You ready?"

Angie gave a grim nod.

Facing forward we focused on our target, it loomed in front of us like a great, dark and hazardous cavern. Sweat was already forming on my palms.

"Okay, we can do this!"

Twelve minutes later.

Noah crushed yet another egg without getting any of the orangey slime in the bowl.

I looked down to my own microwavable bowl, but there didn't seem to be a whole lot in there.

Noah peeked over my shoulder.

"It didn’t stay in the bowl?"

I frowned down at my cooking project, most of the egg goo had slopped out of the bowl and over the sides onto the kitchen counter as I was stirring it.

Hmm, making scrambled eggs in the microwave was harder than it looked.

Angie seemed to be doing okay. She got her egg cracked into the bowl, stirred up until it was scrambled and even into the microwave. It was happily spinning and humming as Angie stood nearby looking very smug.

Jiro stalked up, probably sensing a disturbance in his kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

Noah puffed up his tiny chest.

"We're cooking."

Jiro's eyes flicked around the room taking in the mess on the counter and the bowl in the microwave. "This is cooking?"

Angie folded her arms over her bouncy chest, still looking smug.

"You always say we can't cook, well now we're at least trying. We're cooking eggs in the microwave. Jiro scowled.

"This isn't cooking."

Angie snapped, indignant.

“We are applying heat to food, that's cooking!"

A loud explosion blasted from the microwave. The appliance rocked on the counter top, a Wump! sound slammed from its door, and the bowl clattered within.

At the sudden sound Angie jumped and squeaked, Noah ducked and covered, and I gasped and slapped my hands to my cheeks.

Jiro raised an eyebrow.

Angie cautiously approached the hostile cooking implement and very gently opened the door. With just her fingertips, she slid her bowl out of the death chamber, to find only a few crumbs of her scrambled eggs still in the bowl, the rest was embedded into the walls of the microwave as shrapnel from the explosion.

"My eggs!"

Jiro turned on his heels and walked out of the kitchen.