Not quite like mom’s..or mom-in-law’s as the case may be

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We all have that weekend breakfast that mom used to make for us that we crave and associate with home and comfort..for me it’s omelettes. Hearty omelettes with sautéed vegetables turned into sandwiches. Also, occasionally more Indian things like idli and sambar (soft rice cake patties with lentil vegetable soup) or upma (I have no idea how to translate this grain that’s sorta like a courser couscous)

For MTT, the breakfast dish is pohe. It seems simple enough ; a sautéed flattened rice dish with some potatoes in it… And yet, I failed.

The first step of soaking the dried flat rice–turns out I soaked in way too much water and made the rice soggy. The addition of potato–I may have gone potato happy and added way too much. Also, I boiled them first … Making the final texture of my pohe a weird Indian mashed potato.

Strike one.

I will try again in a few weekends. Next weekend it’s all about the omelettes! And that I know I can knock out of the park!

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“Do you even remember how?”

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I don’t have time for a cooked breakfast most mornings. Over the years, the number of mornings off that MTT and I share has actually gone down…so, while I used to make weekend omelettes with some frequency, it has been a very long time.

So, this morning when MTT finally asked for something that wasn’t a salad (what’s with his recent salad obsession anyway?) I was thrilled. I immediately said “omelette!”. Being the charmer that he is, MTT‘s first response was “wow! Do you even remember how?”

While onions, tomatoes, bits of bacon and a little chicken simmered on the stove, I beat the eggs. From the couch I heard MTT say, “seems you do remember…smells good”. My man of few words. How I love him.

Anyway, I do remember how to make eggs. And MTT remembers how to make toast 🙂