Cooking eggs in a waffle maker (bad idea).
COOKING EGGS IN A WAFFLE MAKER (BAD IDEA).
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Remember those late nights? The library closed, the textbook still open, and an internal alarm signaling profound hunger. Dining hall options were a distant memory, and DoorDash felt like a luxury reserved for exam week. That's when the culinary creativity really kicked in. Our dorm kitchens, often more theoretical than functional, became experimental labs for midnight snacks. Instant ramen was a staple, certainly, but sometimes ambition struck.
I distinctly recall one particularly inspired, or perhaps delusional, attempt at a gourmet breakfast. We had a communal waffle maker, ostensibly for legitimate waffles. Someone, clearly a visionary of questionable judgment, suggested cooking eggs in it. "Think of it," they mused, "perfectly contained, fluffy, round omelets!" The reality, as many of you who’ve braved similar kitchen escapades will attest, was far less picturesque.
The smell, for a start, was something akin to a science experiment gone awry, mixed with burnt plastic. The raw egg, defiant of all culinary logic, oozed into every crevice, sizzling with an ominous hiss. What emerged was not a fluffy omelet, but a congealed, rubbery, stuck-to-the-grill mess that took an eternity to scrape off. It was a disaster, a sticky, stinky testament to youthful optimism and limited cooking skills. Yet, it was also hilarious. We laughed until our sides hurt, and the memory of that disastrous egg-waffle lives on. These shared, sometimes spectacularly failed, attempts at makeshift meals are the unsung heroes of our dorm life stories. They’re the real debates, the ones that forged bonds far stronger than any lecture ever could. It’s those ridiculous, unforgettable moments that truly define our journey.
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