Omelets and I used to be arch-enemies. I just couldn’t figure out how to make them without throwing in the spatula and turning them into scrambled eggs to salvage the meal. It’s always been one of those “mom things” that only moms seemed to be able to do…mine included. But I just kept trying and finally I got one to actually look like an omelet! I still remember my joy when I texted my mom a picture of my perfect, cute folded omelet. This is a rendition of one I had in Nashville that made me finally realize I could like and eat fennel…it doesn’t hurt that it was in cahoots with some crab, mascarpone and hollandaise (a few of my favorite things).
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