After the rain I took a walk around the yard and brushed against one of my rosemary bushes. The rich scent tagged and followed me for the rest of my stroll. For some odd reason it triggered my need for a nice hot omelette. I return and snip off a couple of sprigs.
In the kitchen I set to work. I slice a small section of red onion, take a couple of tablespoons of Ricotta cheese, the rosemary and after I chop the onion and rosemary very fine, whip in six eggs. Add kosher salt and a nice amount of pepper. Not a mushroom in the house but you make do with what's available.
Sweet Wife's at the kitchen table with her laptop and two monitors. She's hard at work. She doesn't do, kitchens. Can't boil water. She has other gifts.
I place butter in my skillet and whip the egg mixture. It smells good. When the butter is hot I pour the egg mixture and the kitchen is filled with the aroma of onion and rosemary.
Sweet Wife, from around the corner, "What are you doing in there?"
Me, all smartass, "Cooking."
"I know that, but what are you cooking?"
"An omelette, I'm hungry." Let's face facts - one can only eat so much tree bark and grass. Diets suck.
Tap, tap, tap. Shuffle of chair. She walks into my kitchen. Stands quietly against my shoulder. She smells good too.
Sniff, sniff. Then, "That smells wonderful. How in the world do you cook like this, Honey."
"Beats me, I just do. And, I know. It does smell good doesn't it."
"I'm hungry too."
Me, again, all quiet and stoic.
Then, "Honey, I love you."
"I know, and I love you, too."
Wait, I said to myself, here it comes.
"May I have some omelette too?"
"Not sure there's enough. I only had six eggs."
This, is fun.
"If you know what's good for you you'll give me half."
I know what's good for me.