a d i d a s f

All day I dream about, no, not sports, but food. Well, not really, of course I'm exaggerating. I don't dream about food all day, but it is a constant. It has to be. From all appearances I'm not alone in this. I eat to survive, but also because I enjoy eating. Along with the eating, there must be shopping, storing and then, of course, the preparing of food.

I like food. I even like to prepare food. I'm a good cook, not amazing, but good. I can follow a recipe and can and do creep on the side of creativity, to keep things interesting. When I had to cook to sustain my family, I didn't enjoy it much, now that I don't need to cook daily, I'm finding more joy in the process.

Still, I'm a cautious cook. I know my limitations, I tend to not bite off more than I can chew. Yet, I do endeavor to stretch those limitations. I continue to practice some dishes repeatedly because I love eating them and want to make them to my satisfaction. The omelet is my current nemesis.

I adore omelets. I cannot make a decent omelet. I don't know why, it may be the filling, folding or the flipping. Because I cannot make an omelet to satisfy my omelet snobbery, I must call upon the self-proclaimed breakfast queen to soothe my monthly cravings. This must cease, however, because Ina's is becoming much too trendy and expensive to continue as my omelet outlet.

The San Diegan Omelette featured on a segment of the Rachel Ray $40.00 A Day show may have provided a solution, a temporary fix. This robust, open faced treat featured in the segment seems an acceptable alternative to the traditional omelet, one that I could and in all likelihood, will achieve.

I must, however, manage to get myself to a grocery store for the ingredients. We'll talk about me and grocery stores another time.


(a search from the home page will reveal the recipe.)