Italian omelet failure
Tonight Tim and I tried to make an Italian omelet. I’m not sure how that’s different from a Spanish omelet, but I’m pretty sure the key thing is that ours had pasta in it. Or was supposed to. We sort of neglected to read the directions after we got to the part where half the ingredients were in the pan (I mean, it’s an omelet, how hard can it be?) and after that it went downhill quickly. It didn’t help that we forgot to put in the pasta into the omelet with the rest of the veggies (potato, leek, onion, olives), and putting the pasta in too late created a nearly irreconcilable disaster. If it wasn’t for Tim’s persistence and dedication to the task, that mess would have all landed in the trash can tonight and it would have been bread and water for dinner; I abandoned ship pretty quickly once it stopped looking edible. But thanks to Tim, we did eat our Italian omelet eventually and at least we got a good memory out of it .. I’m sure it’s one of those that ages well with time!