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Jason McBride's avatar

Growing up, my dad would make us kids a dinner omelet he called yellow garbage. As and adult

I realized that he was trying to make eating on the cheap fun (for back in those days eggs were a cheap food and didn’t require a loan and collateral to procure a dozen or so). Dad would cut up hot dogs or other cheap meat like bologna or table scraps and add onions or spuds if we had any (Mom, Dad, my younger sister and I were all born in Idaho, though at the time of the advent of yellow garbage we lived in Colorado, which is why we four call potatoes spuds and my two youngest siblings are boring and just call them potatoes.) He would then serve the yellow garbage with ketchup. Us kids thought we were enjoying fine dining!

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Rebecca Holden's avatar

Great post, Amie! Eggs are by far and away my favourite food, and I do love an omelette (we spell it the French way in British English, too!). For me it must be eggs, just eggs, beaten with a little salt, cooked in a cast-iron plan in plenty of foaming butter. A grind of black pepper before making the fold, and the egg MUST still be quivering. The grill (that’s what we call a broiler over here) is not the omelette’s friend. Eat with just a fork. SCRUM!!!

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