Spanish Omelette.

 

Monday.  July 28th.  2025.

Hello dere;

Who now remembers that catch phrase . . . “Hello dere?”  Delivered by comedian Marty Allen, who was the funnier half of the comedy team Allen & Rossi. Back in the 1960’s they made regular appearances on the Ed Sullivan Show on Sunday nights.

Hello dere, Marty – hope you’re in a good place now, my fellow humorist . . . 

Down to business.  In the waning days of July an old man’s fancy turns to something smooth and easy and tasty to share with neighbors and friends.

In other words, a Spanish Omelette.  It’s a dish that can be served hot, room temperature, or chilled.  Along with some good bread.  And I happen to have a loaf of Kneaders sour dough bread ready to slice and serve with my own version of the Spanish omelette.  My omelette  ingredients include:

A dozen eggs.

A quarter pound of diced ham.

A pound of pork sausage.

A pound of grated sharp cheddar cheese.

Fried onions and garlic.

Cannellini beans. 

Mashed potatoes.

Sea salt and pepper.

Smoked paprika sprinkled on top.

Since I’m making it so early in the day  (it is now 3:30 a.m., Mountain Standard Time), prudence dictates that once it has cooled off I should put it in the fridge – so I’ll serve it chilled door-to-door this afternoon around four.  As always, those of you who don’t live at Valley Villa are welcome to a slice if you will RSVP me ahead of time.

I loathe being an early bird; the worms taste mighty bitter to me.  As a youth I loved to sleep in, wasting the morning sprawled blissfully in bed.  But now an inflated prostate has me up and running by about three every morning.

And thus today’s poem:

An old man does his duty;

At least he sure will try

In the midnight hours

To drain his bladder dry.

But prostate glands expanding

The easing flow delays;

And keeps me from more snoozing

While sadly I stargaze.

That’s all from the peanut gallery for now,

Philander C. Knox.