It may be old hat to you but it was a journey into potential disaster for me.
Until last week I had never tried to make an omelet. It seemed like a mystery that is reserved for the ages but I was ready for a new adventure. After all, what could go wrong? It’s only eggs, right? Eggs are cheap, right?
Forward. My son had the book learning and I had his kitchen to mess up.
Forward.
My first act of courage that awed him was breaking the eggs into a common bowl instead of each one alone. He seemed to be worried about getting pieces of egg shell in his omelet. I reassured him about my competence. I have been cracking eggs for years. It was the omelet part I needed his opinion on.
Forward.
I put a generous dollop of butter in the pan. He asked if it was necessary since it was a non-stick surface. It amaze me the confidence that the younger generation has in technology. I assured him that if nothing else, it would make it taste better.
Forward.
The egg were cracked and beaten to the point of abuse. The pan was ready. Now came the moment of truth. I boldly poured the eggs into the pan. There were no explosions or secret police emerging from the closets. So far, so good.
Forward.
We added cheese and waited for bubbles. At what seemed like the proper moment I got the mixture turned over. I did not have the boldness to toss it like the guys on TV, but I got it over and mostly in one piece. After a few moments I folded it, waited a short time and served it up.
I am here to report success.
The next experiment involved a cholesterol-free mix from a carton and chopped things but that is an experience for another day. Just remember, you are never too old to cook your first omelet.
homo unius libri
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