So I came home late last night from a local Goth/Deathrock event with a busted lip and a sore back after being tossed around like a ragdoll with a really empty stomach. I looked in the fridge and instantly thought how great an omelet would feel going down my gullet. However, I always have problems flipping them, as in I don't think I've ever done it with great success. I proceed anyway. I pretty much just grab whatever, as I figure anything can go in an omelet. IIRC I used onions, tomatoes, bell peppers, and corned beef torn into little pieces. I throw it all in, not at all once, but in an orderly fashion. Now where it gets odd is that I remember using orange and tequila to create a sort of gastrique...I don't remember how, lol. Anyway to get the point, everything goes perfectly, and I remember flipping the omelet like it was second nature. It turned out to be a glorious meal. The best breakfast I've ever made.
....I tried to make it again this morning and it turned out horrible.
Has anyone else experienced this drunk cooking phenomenon?
....I tried to make it again this morning and it turned out horrible.
Has anyone else experienced this drunk cooking phenomenon?