Running Nirvana and Om...elette.

[Charliecat5]

Running Nirvana and Om...elette.

It's a gorgeous, sunny morning; about 8 a.m. post-run and with the joy of no work commitments ahead of me until tomorrow. I'm in the kitchen about to feast on a well-earned breakfast. I look at the small mountain of grated cheese, diced ham, parsley and tarragon (home-grown, of course) and a beautiful, thinly sliced mushroom that I'd piled onto the omelette in the pan, and wonder how I am going to fold the unencumbered half of it over the Matterhorn of delicacy awaiting its blanket. However, in the happiness that is that post-run euphoria where everything seems to just work out fine, the spatula lifts the omelette easily over itself and covers the ham, cheese, herb and mushroom exquisiteness with ease. Another minute and it's done. Usually, forty seconds would suffice, but I'd overloaded it in my exuberance and so added the extra seconds, and lo, it is wonderful, worthy of any bistro you might find on Paris's Rue de Rivoli, or so it seems to me in my runner's high.

Coriander and chilli. Creates the sexiest omelette you'll ever taste.  First had one in Denmark, Western Australia.   I'm over again in a couple of weeks for another one.