Thinking about what to have for lunch today, I decided to really live on the edge and have what I’d normally only eat for breakfast- an omelette. (Yeah, I really walk on the wild side when hungry and left to my own devices.)
I like to fill my omelettes with big chunky pieces of tomatoes, capsicum, jalapeno peppers, mushrooms and sometimes, but not today, onion. I also added some left-over cold chicken that we had in the fridge.
Then I went Japanese and smothered the baby in tomato sauce:
I’ve never had an omelette in Japan that wasn’t served with a smothering of tomato sauce or a bottle on the side to squirt on your own, but then again, omelettes in Japan are mostly filled with rice and look like this:
Speaking of tomato sauce or tommy sauce (which is what we call it in my neck of the woods), I was reading wiki the other day – for no other reason than I’m a nerd – and discovered that there’s a huge thing about whether you call it ketchup, catchup, or tomato sauce. I remember when I was going through my makes-me-cringe-now Garfield phase (yeah, it followed my I-want-a-horse stage and was right before my in-love-with-Mel Gibson phase) and wondering why it was written as ‘catsup’ (to be honest I thought it was a joke, like ‘cat’, and you know Garfield is a cat and yeah, I’ll just shut up now.)
Funnily enough I never used to like or eat eggs. I spent the first…umm…20 years or so of my life never eating a boiled egg, a scrambled egg, or even an omelette. There was just something about the idea of eating something that came out of a chicken’s bum hole and that could become a living animal that totally grossed me out. Now I’m okay with eggs as long as they are well-cooked. I’m still not big on the soft-yolk or the poached or the raw in any way, shape or form, but omelettes are things that now line my tummy several times a week.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, my omelette for lunch was divine. Usually I’m not one to brag, but I really do have to say, it was FUCKING FANTASTIC!!!