The Bologna and Apple Omelet.

Some things are better left as memories. More than 35 years ago when I was a budding chef cooking things based solely on what was on hand (I was maybe 12 or 13) I learned to experiment with all kinds of ingredients. Omelets were a particular specialty as they lent themselves well to my "toss it in" style of cooking. One evening my brother had some friends over and I was making an omelet for myself, he asked if I would make one for them as well. "Of course!" I replied! Thus was born the bologna and apple omelet.

The only ingredients on hand in sufficient amounts were apples and and good old Oscar Mayer! So I chopped up an apple, a little onion, and peeled and cut up an apple. In they went. Some garlic salt, some American cheese was added at the end. This wondrous creation was received with raves from my brother and his friends. (there is currently some disagreement whether this was alcohol or marijuana induced) Needless to say I was proud of my culinary achievement, and I never forgot the day I made the Bologna and Apple omelet!

Flash forward to 2009, now at 51 and seriously ought to have known better, I decided to re-create the B&A Omelet! To prove once and forever that it was flavorful, delicious dish, if still a bit unusual.

Ingredients were acquired. A thick slice of Bologna from the local deli, a little bit of muenster cheese, and I had Pink Lady apples on hand. I used water in the eggs instead of milk as this works better to smooth the mixture and will not hold as much air. I did not want the eggs to be fluffy. I sauted the chopped bologna and apples for a couple of minutes before putting them in the omelet pan with the eggs. I added the cheese and let it get melty before folding. The entire time my mouth was watering and in my head I was standing in my childhood kitchen with my brother and his friends in the background.

The omelet slid off onto the plate. It looked fabulous and smelled like a wonderful memory! After taking my pictures I sat down and prepared to be amazed at this masterpiece of my youth and imagination...

OK, some things are better left as memories.