Discord In The Omelette…

Three eggs omelette and salad at Shepherdess the greasy spoon is one of my weekend staples.
My No.1 favourite filling is cheese and eight out of ten times, I order the omelette and eat it with brown sauce.
By the way, my Hubbie is truly a creature of habit when it comes to ordering his breakfast / brunch / lunch at the Shepherdess. ‘Two fried eggs on two brown toasts and some cooked tomato, please!’ Sometimes, a waitress with a small pad and a pen in her hands asks him if he wants the usual so he doesn’t have to recite what should be on his plate. ‘Isn’t variety a spice of life?’ I tease him every time but he never heeds my suggestion.

Mmmm…, I fancy other than cheese in my omelette, I thought one Saturday morning as my index finger scrolled down the menu. Then, my wandering eye locked on the word “Greek Omelette”. Being intrigued, I asked a passing waitress, ‘What is Greek Omelette like?’ She replied it had olives and feta cheese filling. Sounded interesting so I gave it a try…

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How did I find it?
Meh, it was not as great as I expected. The flavour of the chopped olives in the omelette was a little too overpowering and the tanginess of the brine in where the olives were kept was very present in the egg mixture which I found a bit off-putting.
However, all was not lost for this dish. I found an omelette with morsels of feta cheese was quite a winning combination. The sharpness of feta cheese was softened by the egg and the saltiness added by it made the omelette enjoyable to eat without any additional sauce or seasonings.
‘I shall order it without olives next time!’ I declared cheerfully as my fork excavated olives which were embedded in the omelette. Hubbie, our in-house food conservative, looked at my plate warily and said ‘I knew it wouldn’t be good’.
Well, I would rather choose to be daring than a food bore (like him). Life is too short to be timid, don’t you agree?

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Love it or hate it

Brrrrrr….! Soooooo cooooold!!
It’s like the summer has shut the door firmly behind when it left London.
The chill which cloaks the city is simply a shock to my system. Both, Hubbie & I can’t stop sniffing like a child in the tail end of a crying session.

We need a fuel in our belly to fend off blue Monday…
What could be better than bubbling cheese toasts with a mug of tea!

First of all, 4 slices of whole meal bread were lightly toasted.
Then, I spread sun dried tomato paste on 2 toasts, placed 4 thin slices of de-seeded tomato and topped them with a generous serving of mature cheddar.
‘Do you want Marmite on your cheese toast?’ ‘
No! Not on mine’, Hubbie flinched with horror.

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‘Why?! Don’t you like Marmite?’ He shook his head vigorously.

Still, I managed to persuade him to give one last chance to this brown “gloop”.
I buttered remaining toasts. Next, I scooped up a tiny amount of Marmite with the tip of knife and spread it very sparsely. Same as the first 2 toasts, I heaped them with a pile of grated cheese.
Then, the toasts were placed under a hot grill for about 5 mins…

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Ahhhh… You little beauties!
Hubbie bit into the one with Marmite tentatively while I held my breath.
His gaze fixed into nowhere while his taste bud working in overdrive…
‘It’s nice. I like it!’ Eventually he exclaimed. Phew!
Apparently, his mum put too much Marmite on a toast when he was small.
She treated the gloop like jam, he bitterly recalled. Gee, that must have been tough.
Anyway, Marmite cheese toast has become his firm favourite.
Now, a jar of Marmite can take a proud position in our larder – not hiding behind the bottles.

Ohhhh… Still cold. I am tempted to turn the heating on…

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