Give me all the eggs you have. I mean it, ALL of them.
The perfect morning omelette takes time. As with many things, I urge you all to take a breather before diving heads first into a delicious, plum cake.
Room temperature eggs. Yes, put them out of the fridge you weirdo! Crack them. 3 per person, AT LEAST. Salt them. Yes, before. Give them a good whirl, so as to homogenise them like the state of your mind.
Wait a minute and have a sip of that coffee. You deserve it. Pet your dog. Pet your cat. Pet someone. If there is no one, pet yourself. You have come this far, gotten out of bed and already next to the stove.
Heat up the pan, just enough. Knob of butter, coat the pan. Let it bubble. In with the egg. Don’t let it settle! Continuously, not nervously, make rounds with your spoon. Remember when I told you not to heat up the pan too much? Well if you did, you’ll already have a clumpy mess.
Slowly, slowly, this is a Sunday! Don’t rush into things. Put down the heat, in the pan and in your mind.
Circling around the pan, see the eggs get all cozy in there. Sweet creamy goodness.
If the thought crossed your mind that in a few moments longer they’ll be done, it is already the moment they’re done.
Sourdough bread. Pepper, fresh, of course! Maybe some chives? Hell yeah.
Yessssss.
The first time my food stall has produced some food. Not for thought, actually. After 4 years it’s time.
Enjoy the eggy goodness. And remember, don’t heat up too fast! You’ll get all clumpy.