This morning my just-about-16-year-old boy was, as always, honnngry. This is like "hungry" but with emphasis on starvation. He was about to head out the door with my Dear, so, Mrs. Child's omelette was the only choice.
This time I had a few pieces of an Asian Flank Steak to toss in with a 1/2 teaspoon of Philippe (Home of the French Dip Sandwich) hot mustard.
His only words, "Thanks. The eggs were perfect. Neither over nor under cooked."
I've trained a culinary critic I fear.
But thanks Julia!
Her birthday is coming August 15. She'd have been 100 years old. I suspect there will be plenty of celebrating. We'll keep you informed.
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