I still can't make an omelet...omelette?

I still can't even spell it. My eggs always tear. Things spill, eggs burn, it's overseasoned, it's underseasoned, and don't even get me started on the whole "flipping" disaster.

Today went a little bit better than usual, at least.

My vegetable peeler was in the dishwasher, so I butchered the carrot with my paring knife. Along with the carrot-strocity, I grabbed a radish, a baby bella mushroom, a couple cloves of garlic, some red bell pepper, baby broccoli, and a sprig of parsley.

I sliced the carrot, mushroom, garlic, and broccoli, diced the radish and bell pepper, and chopped up the parsley. I saved some of the sliced garlic to the side to mince while the veggies were cooking. Cooking order today was olive oil => red pepper flakes => sliced garlic => carrot => radish => broccoli => bell pepper => mushroom. I can't give you cook times; I just threw in the next one when it seemed like the "right time." I seasoned with some salt and black pepper, but don't really know how much or when I seasoned it. Not helpful, I know.

Once the veggies were cooked, I poured them (and the oil) into a bowl, tossed some butter into the pan, threw in the minced garlic for a minute, killed the heat, then poured in two beaten eggs, which I did my best to keep all in one spot. Notice the gap? I suck at this part, but at least I'm getting better. Once the eggs (seasoned with salt) were about cooked, I scooped the veggies into a column in the middle, dropped some shredded parmesan on top of them, then spent way too fucking long trying to fold the eggs over the top and flipping the damn thing. I think I need a smaller pan and a wider spatula.

I finally moved the omellelettete to my plate, then threw a little more parmesan and parsley on top. On the bright side, it tasted pretty damn good. Just looks like hell.

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