The glory of an egg cracked open directly on the steamy hot pan making a hissing sound made my eyes glow and mouth water.
Music to my ears.
I always love an egg and it loves me back tenfold. I sprinkled red chilli powder and pepper; boy does it smell good! I tossed it upside down and let it heat up so that it’s cooked evenly on both sides (is cook the right word for it? Correct me please). A mouth melting, taste bud burning omelette was ready, waiting for me in the plate with a spoonful schezwan sauce to its left. The white, yellow and red spotted omelette melted in my mouth only to reveal that I forgot to add salt to it.
I finished it anyway.
When asked what I was doing, I replied to my friend, “I just made an omelette.” To which he responded, “you mean fried egg.”
No, it’s scrambled, added another.
Fried? Scrambled? What the??
I had to Google to know the difference.
With an omelette, the egg is mixed before cooking either in the pan or separately in a bowl first.
Fried egg is cracked directly into the pan and not mixed.
Why does food have to be so confusing? We consume it anyway and all of them come from eggs.
I call them egg dishes.😜
This is my third post on omelettes and this should be enough to tell you how much I love them.