The Least Common Denominator

XXIV.V Coordinate

As a breakfast connoisseur, it was both within my pride and interests to learn and master various breakfast dishes like a wannabe foodie. What started out as an actual healthy curiosity, however, turned into a stupid bout of pride and whim when I managed to learn how to make omelet rice. Ever since, I'd made it my mission to at least know how to make every breakfast food imaginable. Granted, nothing was able to top my mastery over fried rice, but that was because it was the most basic of all the dishes that I knew.

"Is it to your liking?"

Usually, I wouldn't ask such a question since I found it rude, but the burning curiosity inside me demanded an answer. Was it good? Was it bad? Did I put too much salt into it? Perhaps there were pockets of cold rice that I had neglected to mash into the heat of the wok?

The anxiety as an amateur chef was killing