Omelette du jour par Julie

On Thursday morning, Kev got home from work about 8:00am from the last of seven midnight-12s. Normally, upon arriving home from a 12-hour midnight shift, he'd have something to eat, watch a little TV then go to bed... but since it was his "day off" he decided not to waste it sleeping*. He worked outside all day, and including doing something really special for me, which will be the topic of another post later...

When I got home from work that evening, he was in the mode of "just keep moving" because if he stopped for too long, that would pretty much be it. He was hungry, but almost too tired to eat, I think. Since Kev loves breakfast-for-dinner, I went in the house and made an omelet for dinner. I enjoy making omelets, and I do a lot of experimenting with ingredients. This one turned out lovely, and Kev told me about 7 times how good it was. Falling asleep in the recliner later that evening, a couple of hours after dinner, he turned to me and told me again how good the omelet was. Could be the haze of tiredness, but for whatever reason, he really, really liked it. I share the details of the omelet with you now.

I cut up deli ham into small strips and a nice Vadalia onion into thin strips, sauted both in butter (the real stuff) just until the onions were softish. Out of the pan, a little more butter, pour in eggs that have been only gently stirred. Dumped the ham and onions onto half, topped with Kraft shredded "Mexican" cheeses and a little melty good American cheese. Lid on pan for just a bit, then flipped the other half over on top of the goodies. Then I covered the top of the omelet with very thinly sliced tomato, not overlapping, sprinkled on some Fines Herbs, just a bit, and just a little more shredded cheese. The secret to a good omelet is to not overcook it. I put the lid back on the pan just long enough to melt the cheese and soften up the tomato a bit. Voilà! Some wheat toast and homemade strawberry jam and you got yourself a feast fit for a tired hubby.

*This is an example of one of the basic differences between myself and my hubby... whereas Kev would consider that day wasted, I, however, would never consider a day spent sleeping as a wasted day. Particularly after working 84 out of the previous 168 hours.