What I know about omelette making techniques you could fit into a thimble. I hadn’t even eaten an omelette until I was in my early thirties – and that was on a flight to Los Angeles for a little weekend get away with Hubby. What I knew about omelettes was that my mother never made them. It was something fancy people ate at a fancy brunch. What I have since learned about omelettes has been self-taught. I know what I like and what I don’t like, so I don’t order omelettes very often when dining out.
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