The Perfect Omelet

It's Friday Morning, June the 19th, and I have finally accomplished a task I've tried to tackle at various times over the course of my life. This morning it must have been a favor from God, the stars were aligned, or maybe I held my mouth just right....but I finally accomplished the perfect omelet! It being Father's Day weekend just makes the feat a little more special.

My father was a great cook I'm sure that came from having younger siblings to feed, and the lack of microwave ovens. He never ceased to amaze us with some of the meals he could put together given some eggs, flour, salt, and pepper. To this day a number of my fondest family memories are of us sitting around the table waiting for the next great feast he had prepared. There were the cold winter nights that were melted with scrumptious portions of Swiss Steak. Or special occasions that called for Swedish Tea Rings, a sweet pastry filled with various fruits, glazed with icing, and known to induce diabetes in the healthiest of people. However in the breakfast arena my father excelled, dad made the ultimate omelets.

My quest for my own perfect omelet started before I was out of high school. Dad thought it important that a guy know to cook. He related it in terms of women....if you want to impress a girl cook for her, if she leaves you...well then you won't starve!! That lesson has served me well in one way or another over the years. Judging by my figure lately I'm getting to be a pretty good cook, but the perfect omelet has eluded me all this time. I've pursued this quest every few months only to be so close then helplessly watch as my hard work and effort breaks, resulting in just another plate of fancy scrambled eggs. Wreaking of defeat, deterred by another failure I put away the skillet and wait for my courage to come back up for another shot at what seemed to be the unobtainable.

I miss the old man. My father was my best friend, he was always in our corner telling us there was nothing we couldn't accomplish. He wanted us to experience all life had to offer while meeting some great friends along the way, cherishing the ones we love and just simply having a ball. I learned so many things from my father. Lessons like your word is your bond, look people in the eye when you talk to them, manners are never lost, love your family and protect them, never quit, be strong, know many but befriend few, and lastly.....know how to cook.

Whoever it is in your life that you look up to as a father figure deserves your thanks. That's what this holiday is all about. Thanking the male that influenced us, whether it's your father, step-dad, grandfather, high school football coach, college professor, or just a good man. Thanking them is a rewarding experience and they deserve it.

Today, the old man would of been proud. I made the lightest, fluffiest omelet and it held together! Awww to relish and bask in the sight of greatness hence the pic I took. Too bad the pics blurry, but I honestly assure you that what you see is a damn fine specimen of cooking excellence. I should know....I ate it!