My Obsession

During the school year, I had brunch at Wilbur dining every weekend, and that was the best offering we got all week. Mostly because of omelettes. For as long as I can remember, I've been attracted to the omelette line at fancy hotels, on cruise ships, and anywhere else I could get it. And even into our apartment, my obsession continues every week on either Saturday or Sunday morning.

It's hard to say what I really like about omelettes, but it seems to fit the same approach to our regular cooking: everything goes in. Well, everything relatively standard, that is. Fortunately, that manages to fit much of what we stock in our fridge. Just this weekend, I had a fairly solid (but nowhere near loaded) one including green bell peppers, mushrooms, ham, and onions.

I've been experimenting some with how I cook it, and I think I've found one I'm satisfied with. I use the smallest skillet and let the bottom of the (two) eggs cook. While the top is still wet, I dump the other items in and do an amazing flip to get that stuff cooking against the skillet.
(pre-flip)

A restoring flip is followed with some cheese, and after the cheese melts and bottom fries just a little more, it's closed and plated.


I diced up a little too much onion this time, so I threw it on top, raw and crunchy. Completed with some salt and pepper!

Right now, you might be thinking, "Kevin; once a week is hardly an obsession. And you didn't even do anything that unusual with it." So yes, I do like my omelettes fairly pure. The obsession continues as omelettes appear in my other meals.

I mentioned about my ramen dishes, and this past week, I just couldn't stop adding stuff to it. After dumping the vegetables in to boil with the ramen, it still looked somewhat lacking, so I took George's advice and dropped in a whole egg (no stirring) to cook as well. After draining the water, I realized I could either go with the beef seasoning or add in some lunch meat, cheese, and real seasoning.

So I basically just had another omelette.

But it doesn't end there. A few days later (and after burrito night), we still had some tortillas left. I had done a regular quesadilla once already, so I decided to do things a little differently. Like omelette-style.

I had to use the lid to make sure the egg cooked before the bottom completely burned, but it came only slightly extra-crispy, and had a great filling inside.


One day, I'll find something that doesn't go well with eggs and random vegetables. In the meantime, I think I'll have a lot of things to try.