Monday 15th August 2011
My Dad came from a family of 5 children; 3 boys & 2 girls. He tells me he had a happy childhood with family holidays &, of course, a mother who loved him.
So the story goes, when my Dad’s mum wasn’t giving love, she was feeding her brood. (No pun intended. 😉 ) As a result, Dad’s got a lot of stories surrounding food & his Mum. I’ve already mentioned a couple before but this one never failed to get my jaw to drop & stare in disbelief as Dad repeated the number 12 over & over.
“How many eggs would you like Roger, 2 or 3?” His Mum asked.
“12…” My Dad replied obnoxiously. “…I want a 12-egg-omelette!”
“You couldn’t eat a 12-egg-omelette. You’ll be bound up up till next Christmas.” She warned him.
Although this happened a good while after rationing, when eggs were plentiful, they were not to be wasted.
“Yes I could…easily!” He told her.
And so she made him his 12-egg-omelette & my Dad ate the lot – sod’s law!
Mine was a 12-egg-omelette with extras. I started with 8 but couldn’t resist the temptation to use all 12 just to see what it looked like. I know mine had all the added veggies but I got a pretty good idea of what it must have looked like, and yes, he must have been bound up to the eyeballs after eating all that.
Your omelet looks fantastic – but thinking of eating the whole thing in one sitting (or two, or three) seriously makes me feel ill. 😉
Yeah, it took us about 4 sittings!
Hi Jonathan, just been looking at your photos of food in Holland, & it looks scrumptious! nice light in the photos too! (but is it artificial??) Sounds like you must be on a farm – what a treat. Hope you’re all having a lovely time, & good luck with the blogger’s award. Jo x
Thanks Jo. 🙂
Life on the farm is treating us very well. As for the light, it’s a bit of both. 🙂
Thanks for your encouragement for the award. 😉
huu! easy peasy.bring it on