Of Tortillas & Omelets To Die For

In yesterday’s GoLocal column, I write of being reminded of my mother’s delicious omelet … when we took a cooking class in Barcelona.

Here is an excerpt from days of my youth …

At the lunch table, I took the sandwich out and removed the wax paper. Mom had cut the sandwich in half, and I could see its contents. The potatoes were browned, firm and crispy and were layered in a pillow of buttery-colored egg speckled with black pepper. A thin layer of olive oil covered the creation and oozed through the bread. An occasional onion popped up. Once there were a few pieces of sausage. The full-bodied Italian bread, now weakened by the oil, softened and split. Sometimes I punctured it with my fingers. It didn’t matter. Nor did it matter that the omelet was cold. Its’ consistency was better. I consumed it, chewing slowly so I could savor its full taste. The potatoes were crunchy, just the way I liked them; the eggs soft, the bread a mush of flavor — pepper, oil, the smell of our kitchen.

 The cooking class

Diane makes her omelet

Chef Alvaro

Harry is Thrilled

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Of Tortillas & Omelets To Die For

By | 2018-12-10T12:57:19+00:00 December 11th, 2018|Food, Stories of the 1940's and 1950's|10 Comments


  1. Peter Voccio JR. December 11, 2018 at 12:46 pm - Reply


    Or should I say Chef Ed? I could taste your mother’s omelet(Frittata) oh so good. My mother also made them and once in awhile she would cut a hot dog in the mix. Ann will make them with a crispy Italian roll. One of my favorites.

    • Ed December 11, 2018 at 2:25 pm - Reply

      Good in so many ways, Peter.

  2. Edie Silva December 17, 2018 at 1:51 am - Reply

    Hi Ed,

    This brought back the fun memories of our cooking class with Chef Alvaro. It also brought back memories of my mom’s delicious version also made for lunches. Thank you, Edie

    • Ed December 17, 2018 at 12:41 pm - Reply

      Pleased you enjoyed it, Edie. I am glad I could rekindle some nice memories. Merry Christmas.

  3. Tina Rizkallah December 17, 2018 at 3:20 pm - Reply

    Good morning Dr. Ed~
    Your story brought up the greatest memories of my Nana’s Potato and Zucchini Omelets – I can taste them now. What a great, early Christmas present!
    Buon Natale!

    • Ed December 17, 2018 at 3:35 pm - Reply

      Grazie, Tina. Altrettanto!

  4. Tony Pizzuti December 17, 2018 at 4:17 pm - Reply

    Good morning, Doc!

    My mom made the same omelets in a 10 in. cast iron skillet.(I have the skillet now and use it often.) I remember them an inch to an inch and a half thick. Rosie broke a lot of eggs.
    My dad went to Crugnales Bakery just about daily and he would make my and my brother Ed’s lunches. Guido would split a loaf, stuff it full of the best leftovers in town, cut it in half, and send us off to school.
    As your dad would say,”What a time”.
    Merry Christmas

    • Ed December 17, 2018 at 7:23 pm - Reply

      Now, that’s a Sang-Wich!

  5. Karen December 17, 2018 at 7:19 pm - Reply

    Ahhhhhh…I can’t stop thinking about the eye candy of Chef Alvaro! But my elderly mind wanders. Yes, if only one more bowl of my Mom’s chicken soup with tiny meatballs could come my way!
    Thanks for the memories!

    • Ed December 17, 2018 at 7:22 pm - Reply

      Ah yes, M’Dear.

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