I’ve never been a big fan of the omelette. It’s hard to spell and just a little too eggy for me. I usually know right from the smell of a food whether or not I’m going to hate it, but eggs always trick me. They smell so good but then they have that slimy, squeaky texture. Blech!
But when loaded up with cheese, ham, and a crap-load of bacon, an egg is the perfect vehicle. Continue reading