“The way you make an omelet reveals your character.” ~Anthony Bourdain
Well, if Anthony Bourdain is right, I guess my character is in good shape these days, as I made a heck of an omelet. Or is it omelette? I spelled it that way when I posted this photo (more than) a week ago. At any rate, I definitely agree with Chef Puck. An omelet (or omelette!) is always perfect. But does it have to be perfect? Or can it just be good? Either way, as long as it’s not overcooked, it will rank pretty high up there as the best thing I eat in any given week.
I’ve always loved a good omelette, since childhood. My dad was a great cook, and was famous for—among a handful of other culinary masterpieces—his pancakes. He’d wake up early on a weekend morning when he wasn’t working and start getting his prep station ready. My brothers and sister would get a kick out of choosing what kind of pancakes they wanted. Maybe banana, maybe chocolate chip, maybe pecan, or maybe plain buttermilk with peanut butter and jelly instead of syrup. While fun to watch, I never liked pancakes and always preferred a savory breakfast, and so my dad would always make me an omelette for breakfast instead. Mine aren’t as perfect as his were, but they’re still pretty good. I did have the best teacher after all.
XO
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