Every week I eagerly wait for Sunday to come. Sundays have always been my favorite day for many reasons: I am off from school, I can wake up at whatever time I want, and most importantly I always eat way too much delicious food. A majority of people, myself included, tends to not have time to enjoy breakfast during the week and either skip it or just grab something small to eat while on the go. Sundays, however, are a completely different story since I have all day to indulge myself in this amazing, and often underrated, meal.
At home, my typical Sunday routine includes me rolling out of bed at sometime around noon, walking to my kitchen, while still in my pajamas, and making myself a big delicious breakfast. I love pretty much all breakfast foods, but I would have to say omelets are hands down my favorite breakfast options, and one of my favorite foods in general. I believe that you can never go wrong with an omelet since you can put pretty much whatever you want in it, changing it according to what you are in the mood for that day. Omelets are also an extremely healthy breakfast option, as opposed to pancakes or French toast, since the eggs are filled with protein and vegetables add an extra nutritional bonus!
In my opinion what a person chooses to eat defines who they are. It is easy get a glimpse into a person’s personality by their food choices. This is especially true at an omelet station when everyone has specific requests and can have a completely customized meal. Some people approach the omelet station and ask for “a little of everything”, not really particular about what they eat. Then there are others, including myself, who are specific when it comes to creating the perfect omelet.
Omelets can be simple with just eggs and maybe some cheese, for people who do not like vegetables, or they can be complex, with an array of different vegetables, cheeses, meats, and fish. A typical Sunday morning routine for me at home goes as follows:
· I wander into my kitchen still in my pajamas and head straight to the refrigerator to pick out what I want in my omelet.
· Then, I cut up the vegetables into small pieces and fry them in a pan.
· When they slightly cooked I add the egg whites in as well as some seasonings.
· Then after a minute or so I flip the egg over and allow the other side to cook.
· When the omelet has slightly browned I sprinkle some cheese (usually goat or cheddar) on top.
· Last, I slide it onto my plate, fold it in half, and there I have a good looking and delicious omelet.
Ever since I arrived on campus I long for this Sunday morning routine. Without having a kitchen to make my own food, I was forced to make my way over to the DUC to indulge in their bland unappealing food. As I wandered around from station to station, I saw nothing that looked even remotely edible. As I contemplated what to eat I noticed a station in the back with a long line. My interest was peaked and I maneuvered my way to the front of the line in hopes of finding something good to eat.
There it was: an omelet station! I was so excited that I was even willing to wait in the fifteen-minute line. Finally, my turn arrived. The lady making the omelets asked, in dull monotone voice, what I wanted in my omelet. The options were scarce, but based on past experiences, I did not expect much from the DUC. I opted for an egg white omelet with diced onions, roasted red peppers, fresh spinach, and black olives. I watched as the lady ladled the egg whites with absolutely no enthusiasm and then when she asked if I wanted cheese on top she sprinkled on about two grates of orange cheddar cheese, without looking where the strands were falling. When the eggs started to brown she poured the vegetables onto the center of the omelet, folded it in half, and handed it to me. (Luckily I noticed some salsa on the side and took a small bowl of it on my tray.)
It is pretty hard thing to completely mess up an omelet. Even my little brother who is 14 has been making omelets for years and can make better ones then I had at the DUC. The egg around the omelet was paper thin, had no fluffiness like omelets usually have, and the egg was burnt on one side and not the other. The vegetables were piled in the middle and since they never directly touched the grill they were still raw. As I bit into the omelet, my mouth was over come with the unpleasant taste of the still raw onions. Not only were the eggs paper thin, and the vegetables completely raw, the omelet completely lacked seasoning! Not even a pinch of salt was added. Both the eggs and the vegetables were bland and oily. Luckily, I had spotted the salsa since I was forced smother it all over the omelet in order to make it remotely edible. As I was making my way through the horror that the DUC calls an omelet I was struggling with remembering if I had ordered cheese due to the fact that there was no trace of any cheese.
I do want to give the DUC props for attempting an omelet station. However; they managed to take something relatively easy to make, and create something almost inedible. Even with just a touch of salt it could have significantly improved the omelet. My hopes of having my Sunday omelet routine will simply not happen here at the DUC, since I am not sure if both my stomach and taste buds can handle another round of the DUC’s so called attempt of an omelet.
