Growing up, I hated omelets. I equated it to fried vomit. Chunky bits of vegetables webbed into a disk of eggs, and outlined with a crusty brown veiling was never my first choice on a menu. And after today’s egg-centric lesson, I might hate omelets even more.
Flat omelets, like the one above, require flipping–without a spatula. And Chef gave us one piece of advice when flipping: Go in 100 percent or you’ll end up with a broken omelet. Well, I went in like 35 percent, and ended up with about 30 percent of my omelet missing (see above). I was the only student who couldn’t flip an omelet.