“The way you make an omelet reveals your character.” – Anthony Bourdain
I make a decent omelet with a fair amount of finesse. So I can’t be all bad, right?
I had some unbelievably good food in Italy and it turns out that I missed cooking. The restless way I felt at around dinner-prep-time was my clue.
This morning, I took advantage of being on Europe time and went to the grocery store early. At 6:20, the place was gloriously empty!
Once home, I put up a batch of bone broth and made a delicious mushroom, cheese and scallion omelet. Yeah!
*”burnt finger lamb” so named because you won’t want to wait to pick it up.
Welcome home Dee and yes, your omelet is scrumptious! My omelets leave a lot to be desired but I do make fab kitchen sink scrambled eggs.
Proud to say that I am definitely a member of the burnt finger lamb gastronomic society. Lamb is my favorite meat and I grew up eating it more than any other. Leg of lamb, lamb chops, lamb stew, lamb burgers, I could never get enough…beef was a rare thing. See my Dad came to America as a contract shepherd and my godfather raised sheep so lamb it was for Easter, for my birthday, for most Sunday lunches. However, there is a dark side to my love of lamb:
When I was 7, my godfather gave me a little lamb to have as a pet and as a holy communion present. We had a small backyard but it was big enough for one lamb. I cleverly named him Larry the lamb…what I didn’t know was that Larry was going to be Easter dinner and one day, he was gone. I didn’t put it together for a while until finally I asked my Dad who told me the truth. I was so mad at him, at my Mother, at my godfather that I didn’t eat lamb for over two years until finally I succumbed to some very tasty grilled lamb chops that my Dad made for our 4th of July repast. To add insult to injury, our local butcher was named Larry and he had done the dirty deed to my Larry. I often think that if I had lived on a ranch or a farm, I would have understood better.
Omg. Larry the lamb. Quite a set up by your parents! Lamb is my favorite meat too and many years for my birthday my mother would make a roast leg of lamb with shredded onion, carrots, green and yellow beans in a red wine jus. Delicious! Lamb stew is one of the only Irish foods worth bothering about (although I gather that’s changed some in recent decades). One of the two best meals I had in Assisi were: a lamb ragut with toast tips (one small bowl so satisfying!) and a homemade pasta with parsley and lamb bits — so good!
Welcome home! You sound so much lighter…so glad for you.
As for omelets…I know nothing, but I do remember a certain Home Ec class where my friend & I stole extra eggs…
Yup, you’ve definitely landed. Food glorious food!
Yay, you’re home safe, trailing the effects of an Italian life….delicious meals and the fun of making them. I’m interested to see how other effects are revealed over time. Hazel is right, you do seem more buoyant.
Home again, home again jiggity jig! So grateful you are home safe from your glorious adventure! I do not think I would ever miss cooking! I barely fix a thing these days. My mama used to make lamb chops, which I liked as a kid. She loved them. My EX’s family had a cow, named Dinner and yep that is what happened, Dinner became dinner. The youngest brother was distraught! I would not do well on a farm.
Yeah I couldn’t deal with slaughtering animals that I’d come to know. I was surprised that I missed cooking, actually. I mean it’s not like I want to every night but there is a rhythm and sensuality to it that is appealing.
Thank you for inspiring last night’s omelet dinner … the first I’ve made in a looooong time (I usually scramble)