Great eggs-pectations II

Results from yesterday confirmed this morning. I CAN make the perfect non-sticking omelette.

Today's omelette has spinach, garlic, onions, tomatoes, cheese and oregano in it.
Today’s omelette has spinach, garlic, onions, tomatoes, cheese and oregano in it.

This is without Teflon®, without any special nonstick vegetable spray. After adding the eggs to some melted butter covering the bottom of the skillet, you simply have to keep the pan moving over relatively high heat, lifting and tilting it periodically to get the runny stuff underneath, and keep loosening the edges of the omelet with a spatula.


Why did it take me this long (decades) to get around to mastering this fairly easy skill? How many people are out there still letting the best part of their eggs adhere like cement to the pan, causing many minutes of soaking and scouring afterwards?

This may cause me to examine other parts of my life that I might be stuck because of inertia or inattentiveness.

When I get around to it.

…added Prego® spaghetti sauce.

Great eggs-pectations realized

Today marks a life achievement – I made a perfect omelette.

By perfect, I mean an omelette that does not stick to the pan.

I am not much of a cook. My husband and I tend to think of food more as fuel than a gastronomical experience because we are always absorbed in the doing of other things. During special occasions, my husband can generally rouse himself out of the daily grub routine and produce spectacular pizza and chiles rellenos, among other delights, but I usually stick with what I know, which is spaghetti. I do enjoy watching old cooking shows: Julia Child, Two Fat Ladies, (anyone remember the Galloping Gourmet?), plus cake decorating shows, but it is a lazy, anthropological interest, not usually one that will drive me in from the garden or away from the computer to actually cook something excitingly new.

Also, I come from a long line of women who scraped the pan out after cooking eggs, and I suppose I felt I did not deserve to be different. But this morning, I stood up straighter in front of the stove, I shook my head, and after pouring the beaten eggs into the melted butter, grabbed the skillet with one firm hand and spatula in the other, and kept the pan moving over the fire, loosening the edges of the beautifully coagulating mixture and encouraging the runny part to move underneath with the spatula, just like I’d seen a thousand times on cooking shows and at buffet brunches, and – SUCCESS!

Cheese, broccoli, tomatoes and marjoram were added after I turned off the fire.
I’ll never scrape out the pan ever AGAIN!