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I need to get laid...

Just so I get to cook a breakfast like this for someone else.

I decided I wanted a veggie omelet for breakfast this morning, and, since I'm a grown-ass man, I made myself a veggie omelet for breakfast this morning.

I diced up a baby bella mushroom and a little orange bell pepper, sliced a few small tomatoes, halved and sliced a garlic clove (that's 44 pieces of garlic like a boss), and chopped half a kale leaf for my filling.

Started off with about a tablespoon of butter melted in my non-stick pan. The garlic went in first and cooked until it was just about softened, then I added the tomato pieces and let them simmer with a dash of salt until the skins just started to wrinkle. Next came the mushroom and bell pepper, and finally, when the pepper had softened, the kale. Once the greenery was in, I seasoned with another dash of salt and some freshly cracked black pepper, and, when the kale had wilted a bit, I removed it all from the pan.

Meanwhile, I beat 3 eggs with a fork in a bowl. When the veggies came out, I reduced the heat, threw in another tablespoon of butter (in 4 slices) and let it melt, then I poured the egg as evenly as I could around the pan.

Once the bottom was pretty solid, I seasoned the liquid egg with a little salt and a bit of pepper, then spooned my veggies in a line near the center of the eggs.

I sprinkled a bit of grated parmesan and a little fresh minced parsley into the veggies, then got to folding the eggs over. Once things were set up pretty well, I very, very carefully flipped the bastard.

For my plating, I just put a dollop of basil and parsley pesto down in the middle of the plate, trimmed the ends off the omelet, and laid it across, then I topped it all off with a little more of that chopped parsley and another light cracking of black pepper.

I feel like I'm really getting this omelet shit down pat, so, next time, I'm gonna try to shake things up a little bit, see what kind of hijinks we can get into. See you there!

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