What a memorable breakfast this was. If you know how rare it is for Rick to cook, you’ll understand why I’m making such a big deal over a simple egg dish.
In the eight years that we’ve been married, this is the third time (not exaggerating!) I’ve seen Rick wield a frying spatula. He says he occasionally cooked during his college days in Manchester. After returning home, his mom and subsequently, his wife (that’s me!) took care of all his meals.
Of course, he didn’t say it, but I know he’d rather be spending time in front of his PC than the stove.
I was a little apprehensive the first time he let me try his signature cheese omelette. It might be a simple dish, but deceptively tricky to execute. Get it wrong, and it could become an icky mess. Luckily, it was a lot better than I expected. Phew!
This morning, Rick gallantly offered to make his signature dish for brekkie. At first, watching him wield the frying spatula tentatively was somewhat amusing, but the look on his face—intense concentration and a quiet determination to make the perfect omelette—was unexpectedly touching.
The first piece was a bit mangled, cos he bungled during flipping. You need more practice, honey! The second attempt (above pic) turned out gorgeously. The egg was properly cooked through yet not overdone, while the cheese was sexily oozy.
I fried some hashbrowns and chicken franks to complete the meal.
What a lovely start to a beautiful Sunday. 🙂