'Egg love' is an inherited trait in the family. We love them scrambled, poached, sunny sides up, boiled and curried and all sorts, Omelette being the simplest of the list. I give my son an omelette or two every day and the best part of the evening omelette exercise is that my son participates in it. He likes to cook, (is a proud owner of the 'Sheetal Plastic Complete Kitchen Set') and breaking eggs gives him untold gratification. Any breaking activity does that to a boy I guess. Anyways, coming back to our story, Rudra arrives in the kitchen, hands washed, hair combed, holding two eggs, cheese block from the fridge and the mechanical egg beater. He sits coolly on the kitchen counter and recites the ingredients: - Two eggs - One spoon milk - One pinch salt - One pinch chilli powder - Cheese block We break the two eggs into a bowl and Rudra adds the milk, salt and chilli powder and goes at the egg batter with the beater till its frothy looking. Then mummy qui