Tuesday Omelette

I have never cooked an omelette in my entire life until that Tuesday.

I have no penchant for cooking unlike my friends.  I'm the one doing more of the eating/tasting and I'm not even good at that. One example: I can't tell which is the best tapa.. I just know which ones I like and which ones I don't. They're all good for me.

In an attempt to outdo myself that Tuesday, I decided to cook an omelette. I figured the easiest thing that I could probably cook with eggs on it without being too simple as a fried/boiled egg was an omelette. Thanks to Google I found what looked like an easy recipe.

     1 can of corned-beef
     2 medium red potatoes, cubed small
     1 cubed tomatoes
     salt and pepper
     eggs, 2 for each person
     1 tsp of milk for each beaten eggs(2)
     oil for sauteeing the filling, butter for the omelet
     shredded cheddar cheese
     Cook the cubed potatoes in oil until tender. 
     Add the corned-beef. Stir, and let it cook for about 3 minutes. 
     Season with salt and pepper.
     Set aside, while making your omelet.
     Whisk your eggs and milk. Season with salt. In a skillet, I used my iron skillet by the way, melt butter over low heat. Pour in egg mixture. 
     As  the omelet cooks, tilt the pan and draw the edges in toward the center with a fork. Shake pan gently to distribute the uncooked portion.
     Add corned beef filling on one half of the omelet, add some of the tomatoes and sprinkle shredded cheese.
     Loosen the edges of the omelet with a spatula and tip the pan forward to fold the omelet in half, covering the filled half. 
     Slide the omelet onto a plate.

Woke up early Tuesday morning and it took me 1.5hrs to finish 3 servings. I never tasted the stuff until the whole thing was done. I was crossing my fingers and toes, hoped not to burn the entire thing.  I'm notorious for burning eggs and even hotdogs. That day must have been my lucky day as the omelette looked perfect to me.

It turned out that it didn't just looked perfect, it tasted good too.  At least that's what the critic said. He may have been a bit too kind though 🙂

Now I think that MAYBE I'm not so bad in cooking after all. But the outcome is only as good as the motivation..kaya pang special events lang ako.

Until the next birthday dish!

On Mountains and our Love-Hate Relationship

Back in college, I thought I wanted to be part of the group who seemed laid back and looked like they had most fun. I attended a couple of meetings with my university's mountaineering club but I didn't stay long enough to get to the application phase. I couldn't see why I needed to run 5 times around the campus perimeter with a time limit as preparation to a climb or why I needed to bring a backpack that's a dozen inches over my head when hoisted.  

Fast forward to 2005, our Theology professor required us a to do an outreach program. And while we all just wanted to grab a kid from the neighborhood and make him pretend to be a beggar so we could take pictures, our class president that time proposed to climb up to Sitio Mabilog instead.  Sitio Mabilog is UST Engineering's adopted community. It is a small Aeta community in Bamban, Tarlac located in the middle of the mountains. It was a 2-hr trek from the jump off point and a lot of times I was gasping for breath.  Thank goodness for the nice view that we had to stop every 10 minutes or so to snap a photo. I climbed up because it was a requirement I needed to complete.

The next year I joined a couple of Radio Club friends who went back to Sitio Mabilog to build houses.  I climbed up because the idea of building houses seemed fun.

The year after that my first official climb happened in Mt. Batulao, Batangas.  A couple of my friends and I joined a group who apparently had a knack for misfortune.  We arrived at 6pm at the jump-off point and when we finally started to trek, it rained. I wasn't prepared for anything more than a sunny day hike. I didn't have a raincoat with me, a rain cover for my bag, a headlamp, or extra socks for my wet feet. Thank goodness for garbage bags.. they make excellent makeshift rain coat/ bag rain cover. I slipped a couple of times, panted like I was having an asthma attack, and cursed every single minute in the uphill trail. It rained the whole night and the wind blew hard on our tents. I remember laying on my back in the tent dead tired with my feet wrapped in plastic bags. I couldn't even drag myself outside to join the socials.

The next day, my friend hauled me out of the tent and I was immediately overwhelmed with what I saw outside. Lush greenery every where I looked. We climbed up and saw the ocean on the other side of the mountain. All the memories of the difficulties I had the night before were gone in less than a few minutes. That day I climbed up because I wanted to be with my friends and see what the fuss was all about.

Mt. Batulao camp site
As of writing, I have only climbed 3 summits. I've chickened out a couple of times for fear that I'm not technically adept to go up and get myself going on the trail. I fear that eventually I'll run out of breath and drop dead. Those two other times I climbed up for no other reason but to reward myself with the view at the summit.

The grassy hills of Pulag
Mt. Ugo's summit
It's a cycle between me and the mountains. I know I will never stop gasping for breath or cursing myself every time I'm in an uphill trail but I also know that feeling of pushing my limits and seeing the world from several meters above leave me in high spirits long after the descent.

"It's a round trip. Getting to the summit is optional, getting down is mandatory." (Ed Viesturs)