First fry an onion

"First , fry an onion" Aunt Minnie began, handing me the wooden spatula and drying her hands on her apron. Onions, fried in oil, were my culinary capacity at age 9.

"What are we making?" I asked.

"Dinner" she stated , without turning around.

I stirred the simmering onions in the pan.

"What's next?" I asked , confident in my task.

"First, fry an onion" she repeated.

"And then?" I was eager and impatient.

Taking the spatula, she said evenly, "First , fry an onion, if you rule the kitchen , you can rule the world"