The crack of shell upon glass bowl
The sound of a fork frantically whipping
The sizzle of a pan’s hot oil
Waiting for the golden batter to be spread
And then the bubble upon the edge
As the eggs begin to thicken – cook
When all but the last moisture gone
A sprinkle of cheese and chives
Before all is folded to perfection
A breakfast delight to start the day
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 
I couldn’t have imagined a poem about an omelette..and I think it couldn’t have been written better…makes me hungry though 😀
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