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…


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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Progress Report…

It was again another run of the mill kind of weekend, pottering around & taking things slow & easy. At Shepherdess the greasyspoon. I scribbled Mr.B’s name over my cheese omelette with brown sauce…


I feel so much better than a month ago. Still, my fitness level is miles away from being fit and I am not sure when I can get back on the ice. When I am a little exhausted from running daily errands, a tingling sensation submerges from the back of my throat and urges me to cough. This worries me as if I have done too much or if I am having a relapse. It is so frustrating! I miss the training on Monday night and am depressed to see my hockey kit gathering dust by the doorway being made redundant for a very long time. Oh well, what can I do? There is no such elixir to restore my health & mojo instantly. I just have to be patient and let the time to do the healing. Oh, I am so bored…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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