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My mum called it "Spanish Omelette." Never having been to Spain, I can't really speak to the validity of her claim. But it was like she had bought one of everything from the greengrocers and thrown it in. Well, maybe not everything, but there was a lot in there; potato, tomato, mushroom, onion, carrot, spinach. There was barely enough egg to hold it all together. And of course it was all organic, local, in season. We can barely pay for our one bedroom apartment but dammit that omelet had to be ethical. Even the eggs came from happy-ass chickens. It's not that I don't agree with Mum, I even admire her for it, she's more idealistic than us kids. It's just that I'd like to live somewhere less damp and smelly.

By caralyn, October 1, 2014.
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The omelette would have done better as a new sole for my work boots than breakfast. It was somehow thick and rubbery, perhaps it was because I'd slept in and this egg delight was now three hours old and cold. It slid into the dog's bowl with a resounding "thunk."

By terripotts20, October 6, 2014.