But it’s the first omelet I’ve ever made, so I am pretty damn pleased with myself. I’ve watched my mom make many omelets, but other than a failed attempt to “help” (aka “watch”) a former boyfriend make one of those weird fluffy omelets, I’ve never made one myself. Whenever I start my usual whining about cooking, people always talk about how they ate lots of eggs when they lived alone in their first apartments. Why don’t I ever make eggs? I don’t quite know.

But anyway, mixed in with my pile of mail at my parents’ house this weekend was an article about how to make the perfect omelet (complete with step-by-step pictures for dummies like me) that my mom ripped out of the May issue of Good Housekeeping. I had to buy a dozen eggs when I made cookies over the weekend, so all signs pointed to me making an omelet.

There isn’t much to say about the process other than the fact that it didn’t go as smoothly as the instructions made it sound. For that reason, I was a bit shocked when I tasted my not-so-pretty spinach, feta, and tomato omelet and found out that it was quite tasty indeed. I don’t know why I’m always so surprised when things I make turn out well. An omelet is not exactly rocket science. However, it was healthy, easy, quick, not carbohydrate-based, and made out of fresh ingredients! Imagine that.