So you want a good omelet eh?

This is easy. You'll need a pasta sauce of your liking, and Italian sausage left over from last nights dinner. yea, right. Prosicutto works well in this omelet too. So we have the meat, and now a few red bell pepper slices, some onion, garlic, some bruschetta, and shredded Parmesan. Romano works well too, as does mozzarella, or any combination thereof. Three eggs, spices like sea slat and tellicherry pepper, and we're ready.

First, put the mushrooms, onions, and garlic in a mix of butter and olive oil to saute about half way. Meanwhile, whip the three eggs together, and cut up the bell pepper and the meat. Remove the saute items, and throw the eggs into a skillet. Once the eggs begin to cook through to the top, flip them. Then cover half the eggs with the saute mix, peppers, and meat, and a couple tablespoons of sauce spread over them, and cover with cheese. Flip the omelet over into the traditional half circle shape.

Put enough sauce to cover the omelet in the microwave for 30 seconds. Remove the omelet, cover with the sauce, add several small dollops of bruscetta, and sprinkle with cheese.

A great addition to this is a couple slices of ciabatta bread. It is a hearty meal, so don't be afraid to share it with a friend!

I LAUGH ABOUT IT NOW

(THAT TEE SHIRT WAS MINE)


I was ready.
Well, as ready as
A twelve year old could be.

I knew all the words:
“Two all beef patties,
Special sauce,
Lettuce,
Cheese,
Pickles,
Tomatoes,
Onions,
on a sesame seed bun.”

I even knew the melody.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “that contest
ended last week.”

I felt like an idiot.

Decembers

DECEMBERS

Here I can look out on the world from

my office window,

at the cold December snowy rain.

I feel the heat of the room where my tie

closes the shirt around my neck.

Cup of coffee in hand, I gaze at the

seasonal decorations that brighten

my cubicle world of

steel and plastic, computers and

conditioned air.

Away from there, I hate it when my feet are wet,

when my hammer hits my cold finger

working in a tight place, bound in four layers

of clothes to keep warm...

the sawdust in my eyes...

the whipping wind...

I hear it's song.

The eagle hangs in the sky looking below for

food on the edge of the woods where

treasures of a new world are hidden.

As a fleeing ray of sun warms my face,

I realize I enjoy working

in the cold December mud.

Hollywood Gal

HOLLYWOOD GAL

She stood, framed in the doorway,

her wet hair all a mess,

leather coat, and

oval sunglasses.

She looks like a Hollywood gal.

"Those jeans are tight on her ass."

Nice.

Fleeting moments that are

the feeling of time.

This woman who is almost

my silver partner.

This Hollywood gal who's

really from New York.

Here is my heart this moment,

this morning.