Omelette
On a china bowl’s rim break three fresh eggs
Mix by fork, pinch of salt...mix some more
Every kitchen deserves a French omelette pan
Lump of butter, high heat until the foam subsides
Empty in the bowl...let it bubble
Take the handle, keep flat and shake back and forth
The fork then swirls a satellite view of a super storm until
Everything is calm, patted down to gently roll out like a cigar.
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