Songs without Words

A bunch of us first-year MD/PhD students got together this morning to have brunch. It turned out to be a much more all-out affair than I was expecting, thanks to a rather pervasive (and previously unknown) cooking talent. We had pancakes with tons of fresh blueberries (Sylvan), french toast made from dehydrated challah (Mike), maple flavored bacon and sausages (Yian), mushroom, pepper, onion, and ham omelettes (me), Indian style scrambled eggs (Vineeta), hand-made zucchini chocolate bread and cranberry nut bread (Katie), green tea mochi (Wendy), fresh fruits (Divya), and v. 7 of Wen’s famous cheesecake (with hand-whipped whipped cream and chocolate shavings, and graham crust) to celebrate Mike’s birthday. We ended up unbelievably full to the brim.  I also managed to collect a few more “stories” about people which will help with my planned gag caricatures of the class, pending a few more quirks or juicy tidbits.

I made more omelettes today than I had previously made in all my life, I think.  I prepared 7 omelettes, totaling 19 eggs and probably two and a half pounds of filling, and I think people enjoyed them.  My technique for flipping and folding them has definitely improved, although there’s still a ways to go before I’d consider it perfected.