Have you ever thought, “Hmmm. How do I want my eggs this morning?” Maybe you’re standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open, or maybe the eggs are out on the counter and the coffee is brewing and you’re looking at them half awake but you didn’t accidentally break a yolk which would force your decision, or maybe you’re sitting in a diner and trying to decide between an omelet or a standard breakfast, and if you choose the standard breakfast do you want scrambled, or over easy, or what? IT’S TOO EARLY TO MAKE UP MY MIND. TOO MUCH PRESSURE.
Right. Me, too. So here we are.
What the hell, Mosca?
Actually the truth is that it’s the absolute stupidest thing I could think of. I thought about hard boiled egg omelet, but decided that probably wouldn’t taste good. If it’s going to be really stupid, it still has to taste good. Here we go.
It’s a beautiful early autumn morning here in Mountain Top, about 50° or so but the air is still. I have to clean that griddle. Maybe later today. Maybe not, though. Could go either way.

I have a decision to make on the peppers.

I’ve had my eye on that red serrano, though. I’ve been hitting the habaneros pretty hard. I’ll take the red serrano and the green serrano, please!
The playaz, aka mise en place. A nice piece of kielbasa from The Polish Connection. I also have a block of caramelized onion cheddar. You knew I’d have something like that. It’s a good melting cheese.

“But Mosca, why are the eggs in separate bowls?” Good question! Things start moving really fast from here on out. Faster than it takes to read this garbage. So bear with me.
Get the kielbasa and the peppers started. Then start a fried egg.

Flip that egg, then start an omelet on the other side.

Take that over easy egg and put it right in the middle of the omelet. Extra points if you don’t break the yolk, but one of the beautiful things is that you’re rolling it all up anyhow, so who cares.

Top with cheese (not pictured, things move fast and I didn’t want to overcook the fried egg) and roll it up like a burrito.

Order up!

And this is what I was looking for, this is the fever dream I had when this idiotic thought of “You could always make a fried egg omelet, if you wanted to,” shot through my head: those bites of beautiful omelet and rich yolky goodness. Believe me, it’s worth it.
Right. Me, too. So here we are.
What the hell, Mosca?
Actually the truth is that it’s the absolute stupidest thing I could think of. I thought about hard boiled egg omelet, but decided that probably wouldn’t taste good. If it’s going to be really stupid, it still has to taste good. Here we go.
It’s a beautiful early autumn morning here in Mountain Top, about 50° or so but the air is still. I have to clean that griddle. Maybe later today. Maybe not, though. Could go either way.
I have a decision to make on the peppers.
I’ve had my eye on that red serrano, though. I’ve been hitting the habaneros pretty hard. I’ll take the red serrano and the green serrano, please!
The playaz, aka mise en place. A nice piece of kielbasa from The Polish Connection. I also have a block of caramelized onion cheddar. You knew I’d have something like that. It’s a good melting cheese.
“But Mosca, why are the eggs in separate bowls?” Good question! Things start moving really fast from here on out. Faster than it takes to read this garbage. So bear with me.
Get the kielbasa and the peppers started. Then start a fried egg.
Flip that egg, then start an omelet on the other side.
Take that over easy egg and put it right in the middle of the omelet. Extra points if you don’t break the yolk, but one of the beautiful things is that you’re rolling it all up anyhow, so who cares.
Top with cheese (not pictured, things move fast and I didn’t want to overcook the fried egg) and roll it up like a burrito.
Order up!
And this is what I was looking for, this is the fever dream I had when this idiotic thought of “You could always make a fried egg omelet, if you wanted to,” shot through my head: those bites of beautiful omelet and rich yolky goodness. Believe me, it’s worth it.








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