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Chapter 3: Tuesday

Luke was not about to make the same mistake as Ava. No, he was not going to go in over is head; rather, he would make something at his level of skill. Luke did not consider himself to have extraordinary culinary skills, and he would never claim to, but there was no time like the present to give it his best shot, right?

That was precisely why Luke had decided to make eggs for breakfast.

Simple and traditional. Eggs could not possibly be that hard to make. If Luke had felt like it, perhaps he would have researched how to actually cook eggs (and the different ways that you can and cannot cook them), but Luke was having a tough enough time getting the grades he already had, let alone keeping them- especially with all those stupid tests fast approaching. Not to say that Luke was studying for his math test; actually, he was copying Peter's notes (and homework).

Luke, however, did have the sense to wake up early, having the lingering feeling that this might take him awhile and that his friends would tease him mercilessly for any mishaps. He might have asked his best friend Danny for help, but Danny was sleeping on Peter's floor and Luke was unwilling to risk waking Peter.

First Luke fetched a metal mixing bowl, and then removed the eggs from the fridge. He was not sure how to crack them, so he figured that once they were cooked, they would be able to simply peel off the shells- after all, Luke had seen people peeling eggshells off of eggs before, so there was no reason to think that this would not work today. Setting the eggs in the bowl, he opened the microwave, briefly wondering how long he should microwave the half dozen eggs, then setting it for five minutes.

Meanwhile, Luke busied himself with setting the table. Suddenly, he heard a series of explosions as the eggs caught fire, and the metal bowl started sending of sparks. He dashed over to the microwave to find... a huge mess. Of course, Danny had to walk into the kitchen at that very moment. Luke waited for his best friend's laughter to echo through the kitchen, but it never came; Danny instead helped Luke clean up the microwave, which, by some miracle of nature, still worked.

Luke vowed to himself that he would never attempt to make eggs again. People really needed to tell him these things- this would be very hard to explain to Mrs. Parker. Why did that idiot, Sam, have to make him cook? This was a disaster!

He wanted to give up quite badly, but Luke would never give up; that just was not him.

Danny said, "My friend, it is only five. Perhaps we could make muffins?"

Danny found a recipe online and the two friends managed fairly well with the batter. At last, Danny said that he had to meditate. Luke proclaimed that he could finish the recipe by himself just fine. So far, so good, after all. Before slipping the muffins into the oven, he hastily covered them with plastic wrap to prevent them from drying out. Luke felt proud to have thought of that.

Twenty minutes later, he pridefully removed the muffins from the oven and set them on the table for his friends to help themselves to. Peter was the first one to enter the kitchen. "Woa! You actually cooked something!"

"Well, yeah, dude."

Sam rolled his eyes from behind Peter. "It's called baking, Web Head." Peter shrugged, snatching a muffin, only to find it covered in a plastic netting.

"What the...?"

"Oh. I put plastic wrap on top."

"Seriously?!" Sam exclaimed in disbelief

"Yeah, dude, seriously," Luke shrugged away his friends' insults, leaving for school. If they wanted, they could eat the muffins that he had spent so much time on, but Luke certainly was not touching them.

The rest of the day went fairly smoothly- until Luke had to fix dinner. Figuring that his best bet was to follow a recipe online, he decided to make baked chicken breast and rice. The website said that is was an 'extremely easy-to-follow beginner's recipe'.

First Luke sprayed the cooking sheet, so the chicken would not stick, then stuck them in the over at 60 degrees for 500 minutes. Simple enough. Luke poured the rice into the pot and left it to cook.

After eight hours and twenty minutes, Luke pulled the chicken out of the oven. A very shriveled, dry, yet raw, whole chicken. The rice, as it turned out, was burnt. It must have caught fire at some point while Luke was busy waiting for the chicken to finish, but it looked edible.

His friends were not so happy to eat blackened, smoking rice. Typically, Luke had forgotten to add water, resulting in a very unique taste. Danny requested to look at the recipe.

"Ah... I believe it should have been cooked at 500 degrees for 60 minutes, and that the intention was to bake chicken breasts... not an entire chicken..." he trailed off.

Well, at least Luke had given it his best shot.