Oh, Monday was a day. I was just in a mood.
I could barely rouse myself out of bed, despite having slept 6 hours (a good night for me). It was freezing in my apartment, making it even harder to get going. I took one of those showers where you are shivering and scalding yourself at the same time, hopping in and out of the direct spray of the water. I went to the throw on my winter coat as I ran out the door and was pissed, but not surprised, to see that it was filthy as hell. I threw on a lighter jacket, froze as I hustled down the street, popped in to the dry cleaner and dropped off my coat and high tailed my ass to the train. On the metro, I looked down and realized I was wearing unmatching socks. As I hustled down K Street, running late because of the unexpected trip to the dry cleaners, I wiped out, landing on my knees. I stood up quickly, assuring the concerned man next to me that I was fine. As I surveyed the damage to my outfit, I sighed with relief upon discovering my pants had emerged unscathed from the fall. Then I noticed my right shoe; I had a large, deep, grey gouge in my brand new purple shoes.
This was all before 8 am.
Nothing quite so catastrophic happened for the remainder of the day, but the tenor had been set; I was a crank. A slow day at work lead to much reading of Matt Logelin, which…whoa. If you are a human with a beating heart, you can only take so much of Matt’s beautifully honest writing about the unthinkable tragedy he has endured before you think you are going to break. I just cannot stop reading, though…he is mesmerizing and real, but it certainly makes you a bit melancholy.
After a trip to the gym–I would not let the day kill my resolve to work out–I headed home, craving something quick, healthy and comforting. This apple and cheddar omlette was a perfect, fast dinner. I know what you are thinking…a freaking omlette? Well, if it is so easy to make an omlette, why have I eaten so many bad ones? The trick with omlettes is not overloading them (they will rip if weighed down too heavily), liberally greasing the pan to avoid sticking and cooking over medium heat so they can cook through without burning. I have done it a million times successfully…Monday, not so much. It tore when I folded it…but I am an adaptable gal and flipped it over when I removed it from the pan. See how pretty it is? You cannot even tell it is a differently-abled omlette.
Oh, and the day ended just fine, despite the fact that I hit my elbow so hard as I readied myself for bed that I saw stars. I caught two episodes of “17 Kids and Counting” on TLC. Nothing makes me happier than feeling morally superior to that Duggar family. Woman, it is a vagina, not a clown car. Any day that ends with a healthy dose of righteous indignation is a good day in my book.
(It’s Wednesday, so don’t forget to hit So Good for what I am eating this week. Also, you have until 6 pm today to enter the contest…go ahead, ask a question, any question.)
Apple and Cheddar Omlette
2 tablespoons finely diced ham (or pancetta, proscuitto or bacon)
2 eggs (I used one egg and two egg whites)
Splash milk
1/2 teaspoon dried tarragon
Salt and pepper
2 tablespoons finely diced tart apple (I used Mutsu, granny smith is another good option)
2 tablespoons sharp cheddar cheese (I used reduced fat)
In non stick omlette pan, heat finely diced ham for just a minute or two, Remove ham from pan. Beat together eggs, milk, tarragon, salt and pepper. Set burner to medium heat. Spray omlette pan with a generous amount of non stick spray and add eggs to pan. Let them cook and start to set, about 3 minutes. Add ham, apples and cheese. Allow to set another 2 to 3 minutes, until set through. Carefully flip the fold the omlette in half, using two spatulas. Serve immediately.
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In all my years of omlette folding, I never thought to use two spatulas. I mean, I got pretty adept at using just one, but two would be a hell of a lot easier…
This would’ve beat the Cocoa Pebbles I had for breakfast.
it is the little things, dear. And please, 66…you KNOW Cocoa Krispies are far superior to the pebbles.
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Does somebody have a case of the monnnndaaaaaayyysssss?
I love and hate that line from office space soooo much – but its so true.
Sorry about the shoes – don’t you hate that? It always happens on the new ones!
I was the most upset about the shoes. God dammit, they were cute. Purple Mary Janes…who doesn’t love that?
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I went to the throw on my winter coat as I ran out the door and was pissed, but not surprised, to see that it was filthy as hell.
During a dentist appointment Monday morning, the hygenist asked me “Do you have a cat or a dog?” My first thought was why she asked, but then I realized … the copious layer of fur on my fleece jacket made pet ownership quite obvious.
She was quite surprised when I informed her of the, ahem, substantial number of cats we have.
Peter
Peter! Are you a crazy cat guy?!
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oh no, not a gash in a new pair of (purple!) shoes! shit. fucking mondays, seriously. hope the week is getting better.
this omlet sounds delish.
Mondays can totally suck it. I was not pleased.
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omlette?
I never know how to spell omlette–there are conflicting ways all over the internet. I say spell it whatever way makes you happy.
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Peter! Are you a crazy cat guy?!
I, uh, well, er …
Peter
Oh dear…well, I still like you.
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Excuse me. The readers settled this months ago. Pebbles > Krispies > Puffs. 2nd place isn’t bad.
Your readers are wrong. Mine will take my side!
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GAH!!! That evil purple lettuce!!! Sooooo bitter. Is there anyway to make it edible?
Oh, I love it! I toss it with salt, pepper and poemgranite-balsamic reduction.
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I can’t keep a pair of shoes looking nice for more than 10 minutes out of the box. It’s just impossible. I try to keep lots of extra polish around, but it’s those big gashes that really get ya. And they always happen to the shoes that I don’t have the right color polish for! Ergh!
(oh, and, way to tie the purple shoes and purple lettuce together. niiiice)
It is impossible. Oh well…there are bigger problems in life, I suppose.
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If you’re going to start a week that way, you should be entitled to a scotch once you walk into the office. It gets the edge off…..*cough*cough*…..or so I’m told.
I prefer a bourbon…
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I find it’s better to always keep the egg and pan moving, and then flip the omelet over once it’s set decently. Then add ingredients, then fold. Always moving prevents all the nasty brown parts you always get with breakfast buffet omelets.
Good call on the always moving. The key is to not ad ingredients when the eggs are still really wet.
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I prefer a bourbon…
Now that’s my girl! I will have to fedex you some. Preference?
Why, Maker’s of course!
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Speaking of drinking on the job, I’ve been hooked on Mad Men and I can’t help but think that I’d be a better employee if I were able to drink during the work day. It would make painful meetings seem less painful to downright enjoyable.
I missed the beginning of Mad Men and totally need to catch up. I am behind this cultural curve. I love the clothes though–I have been working the retro look lately. Oh, and love booze, of course.
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I would have never thought to pair apples and eggs. Apples and cheese, yes. But eggs? Really? It’s not ooogy?
I can’t read Matt’s site without sobbing uncontrollably. Heartbreaking, that site.
No–it is really good. I liked it a bunch.
His site seriously wrecks me. WRECKS me.
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Why, Maker’s of course!
Done.
What?! Do you have my address? Weird…
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Apples and eggs are delicious together.
They are like peanut butter and jelly.
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Sorry to hear that, especially on a Monday. It sounds good but I’m iffy on the apple – personal preference, not questioning your judgement.
Me, I don’t like fruit mixed in with savory food.
People have strong feelings on mixing the sweet and savory–I love it, but get that some people do not.
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You know what, I completely lied to you. I just remembered I now like apple and tuna fish. So maybe I could expand my horizons and try apple with eggs…
Liar!! Let me know what you think…
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Matt Logelin. Jesus Fucking Christ.
I know. It makes me think about so many things…and if I could be so strong in the same situation.
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“A bit melancholy”? God, I wish you had never mentioned that blog. I really wish I hadn’t clicked through.
You should have clicked though. It is amazing. Not everything in life is easy, but that doesn’t mean it is not important.
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alas, i can never flip the omlet. two spatulas? hmm, i should try that. i can’t even flip a fried egg either, would 2 spatlas work there too?
I think you need a well oiled spatula for that egg.
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This is what I typed above: “I really wish I hadn’t clicked through.” I did click through, and I was suggesting that “a bit melancholy” was a serious understatement. How could I have expressed an opinion of it if I hadn’t clicked through?
Oh, I know…I was just making a statement on hard things…I gotcha. I don’t think my tone came through very well.
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Sorry to hear about your day. We can have it taken out to the Meadowlands if you’d like.
Sweet ‘n savory are fine, but apples and cheese: Blech. Never understood how the old man could put cheese on his apple pie. Not that I like apple pie either. It’s probably the whole cheese thing that did it.
Fred and Barney rock. They’ll take Snap, Crackle and Pop’s asses every day of the week. 66 takes this one on points.
How could you take his side? Do you have no loyalty?
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I just can’t mesh apples with eggs. It’s like, er, apples and oranges. Don’t hate me.
It is ok…you win some, you lose some.
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those stupid duggars really piss me off. none of those kids asked to live in a family where they take care of their younger siblings and build their own house. who does that? do they not believe in birth control? and even if every kid is a “gift from god” who wants 17+?
Preach it, Ava. Seriously, I HATE those people. Those kids eat like garbage (tater tot casserole?!) and are home schooled by an idiot mother. Receiving an education and nutrition, to me, are basic human rights. I think God would want them to adopt orphans, not have his people contribute to overpopulation…but what do I know.
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well i held back a little so here goes…
that woman should get her ovaries taken away. there’s a reason no one has that many kids…and how do they pay for things anyway? they’re probably all on welfare, because who besides oprah and bill gates can afford to have a family like that? don’t get me wrong some people need and deserve financial help. but these people knew what they were getting into and deserve nothing. the mom should also get shock treatment (btw they still actually do that for psych patients these days)…omg one show about a big family just came on tlc…these sick people…if i was in one of those families, i would run away!
I will say this (and I cannot even believe I am saying anything close to defending them): They are not on welfare. They own property and are debt free. I also think they get money from pimping their family out.
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yeah i wasn’t sure, but i never heard anything. i knew the mom didn’t work, and wasn’t sure what the dad did. how much do people get paid for shows like that?
Man, I have no idea…I am guessing a lot for them to allow so many people, some whom I am sure are godless, in their home.
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I caught two episodes of “17 Kids and Counting” on TLC. Nothing makes me happier than feeling morally superior to that Duggar family. Woman, it is a vagina, not a clown car.
By the point, however, it is likely the same size as a clown car. Or even slightly larger.
I cannot even imagine what it is like down there. I don’t think I want to.
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Feeling and being are not the same thing.
They certainly are not.
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Oh jeez, why did I go to the website of the trainwreck that is the Duggar family. Are they just going to keep having kids until she dies in childbirth at age 48? And with that many kids, statistics say at least one of them will have a mental illness or addiction; will that be updated on the website? ::shudder::
I know; I keep wondering what one is going to go goth or have some sort of depression that only Prozac, not prayer, can help.
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Yeah, no depression or addiction among the single-child set. Right.
SD, you are feisty this week. I agree; it is everywhere, but I think it was more an assessment of how those kids will be TREATED in that family for not being perfect. I sometimes wonder what they would think if some of the kids grew up and wanted to just have two kids and send them to public school.
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