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I don’t like omlettes, but I’ve made hundreds of them and I learned how to make them in home and careers in 8th grade, so I kind of feel like the “omlette master” or something. So the key to omlettes is to make sure they are hot, fluffy, and cooked. It sounds easy, but I assure you it is not.

I cook omlettes a lot for my boyfriend, and he likes breakfast meats. This particular one had sausage, spinach and cheddar cheese. Firstly, I cooked the sausage on low heat and cut the links into smaller pieces. Next I cooked the spinach in the microwave and put both into a bowl. Here’s the next and crucial step:

Combine as many eggs as you want (I say 3-4) in a bowl, and try to use one more white than yolk. Pour a little WATER in the bowl, and whisk it. About 1/4 cup of water for 4 eggs will be perfect. Pour the mixture onto the pan you cooked the sausage on- at a low heat. While that’s cooking, chop up some cheese or set the table or whatever. Then, as the bottom and sides cook, drag the cooked egg with a spatula into the middle of your pan. Do this neatly and continuously until the egg is evenly cooked- and a little runny. Salt and pepper to taste.

Next, spread out the fillings onto ONE HALF of the egg, with the cheese on top. CAREFULLY take your spatula, and fold the eggs over, so that you’re looking at a half moon. Let that cook on low heat until you see that the cheese is good and melted. Place your plate over your pan, and flip it over gently; a perfectly plated and delicious omlette is what you’ll get.

You can cook omlettes for large groups- oh yes! Use a larger pan, more ingredients, and it will take longer. I did this for my family once, and my mom and dad loved it. Of course, my sister hate cheese and my brother hates egg yolks so it was only a three person omlette- it had mozzarella and asparagus. Omlettes are fun to experiment with, and I suggest using up all the crap in your fridge that is leftover from the week.

We ate this breakfast while watching Gilmore Girls and drinking tea; all balancing on our futon in front of the TV. I’m pretty sure some home-fries were eaten by our cats in the shuffle.