Scene 15- How To Make An Omelet
How To Make An Omelet
Su wakes up at dawn.
Sipping her soda, staring out at the scenic beach from the windows of the cottage, the beach is barely lit by the sun.
We have got to go to the store.
Su makes a pot of coffee and takes a shower. Stepping out to the bedroom she quietly gets dressed letting John sleep for a few extra minutes.
In the kitchen she makes a cup of coffee for John and goes into the bedroom to wake him.
” Hey babe, wake up.” Su gets no response.
” John, we gotta go to the store.” Still no response.
Pulling on his toe a little bit John starts moving around. ” Hey babe,” John says as he opens his eyes.
” Mornin’ babe,” he says.
” Morning. We have to go to the store.”
” Yeah ok, how long?” he asks with one eye open.
” I’m getting pretty hungry,” she says.
” On the dresser.”
” What about Lucky?” he asks.
” I’ll take care of him while you get ready.”
John sits up on the edge of the bed and sees Lucky sleeping and snoring on the other bed.
Still snoring, good sign.
John stands up stretching at bit, then walks with a limp over to the dresser opening the wooden drawer. Taking out his clothes he sips his coffee while getting dressed.
John looks back at Lucky as he exits the bedroom.
” The fresh air is knocking him out I think,” John says.
“We’ll let him sleep, he’s out cold from his medicine.”
John opens a cupboard and Su pokes him with a thermos cup of coffee. ” All ready to go.”
” Thank you baby, you must really be hungry,” he says.
” Yes very hungry and I want to go shelling too.”
” Let’s go,” he says taking a sip of coffee.
Su drives to the island’s local grocery, Bailey’s General Store and they walk through the aisles picking up a few items to get them through until the kids come.
” I like this place,” Su says looking around.
” What do you want for breakfast?” John asks.
” I was thinking about omelets.”
” Easy enough.”
” I wanna pick up one of those roasts to cut up in steaks too,” Su mentions.
” All right. I wanna stop by the bakery for some of those mudpies.”
” Mudpies?” Su asks, with a confused look on her face.
” Yeah, remember last time we were here, we picked them up for dessert? They’re a big ugly round brownie like cake with chocolate fudge filling, awesome stuff. Totally goes against good looks equals good eats.”
” Can I help you folks with something,” George asks.
John looks up at the tall thin pale man that looks to be in his late forties, maybe fifties, wearing a white collared shirt, brown slacks and brown loafers.
” Who are ya?” John asks, being caught off guard.
” Oh sorry, I’m the manager, you look a little lost.”
” Yeah, the store is set up a little different than what we have at home. Very homey though, I like it. Where’s the deli?” John asks.
” Just on the other aisle. Are you enjoying your stay,” George asks.
” Loving it. Pretty obvious huh?” Su says with a smile.
” Not every day faces. If there’s anything I can help you with just let me know,” George says.
” Will do, thanks.”
” Thank you,” Su says.
” You live here on the Island?” John asks.
” No, I live in Ft. Meyers,” George says as he reaches down lifting a case of soda.
” Must be a great job working here on Sanibel,” John asks.
” They treat us well. I love the island. Actually, very few people who work here live here,” George says, placing the case of soda onto a larger display pile.
” How come?” John asks curiously.
” It’s pretty expensive to live here.”
” Understandable. Well, good to meet you and thank you.”
” No problem, enjoy your stay.”
George watches the couple for a moment and continues stocking cases of soda at the end of the aisle.
” Pretty friendly and relaxed,” John says to Su.
” That’s Sanibel,” she replies.
John nods and walks around the corner to the deli. Looking through the rounded glass of the long display of pastries, cookies, cakes, donuts and various other baked goodies, he doesn’t see what he is looking for.
A large balding red headed man in his mid-thirties wearing a white collared shirt, checkered chef pants, sneakers and a white apron approaches from the other side of the counter. ” Can I help you?” Michael asks politely.
” Can I have a dozen donuts please, mixed, your choice,” Su asks.
” And a couple of those eclairs,” John chimes in.
” You two together?” Michael asks.
” Yes,” Su replies.
Michael reaches under the counter with a piece of thin waxed paper sorting the donuts and eclairs into a box. ” Is there anything else I can get for you?” Michael asks, holding the box.
John continues to look for the mudpies, but can’t find them. ” Yeah, the last time I was here y’all had a thing called “mudpies”. Do y’all still have them?”
Michael looks at another deli clerk in a strange manner. The other male deli clerk , taller, thinner and younger than Michael shrugs.
Michael clears his throat, ” I know what you’re talking about. We don’t have them anymore.”
John wonders why the strange look from Michael to the other deli clerk if he knew of them.
” Well, all right thanks. Those things were great, really Florida like.” Michael and the other deli clerk stare at one another as Michael rubs his hands together and claps the dust off.
Just as Michael claps his hands, John experiences a searing headache and sees a quick bright flash of light. He staggers and grabs hold of the cart to keep from falling down.
Su moves over to him “ Are you alright?”
John looks up at her with a dazed look on his face “ Yeh, I think. A migraine or sumtin’ … I don’t know.”
“ I thought you were having a heart attack or something.”
“ Naw, I’m ok … I think …”
“ Something I can do?”
John stands up straight, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. “Naw, I’m ok now, maybe it was some sort of vertigo episode.”
“You sure you’re ok?”
John pats his chest and looks around trying to focus, “ Yeh, I’m alright,” he says nodding.
Su gives him a funny look.
“ I’m alright! It’s ok, it’s ok,” he says making her laugh.
“ It’s ok, it’s ok,” she imitates.
John shakes it off and they push the cart around the store picking up the rest of the groceries and make their way to the checkout counter.
A very young looking woman at the register pulls the groceries across the conveyor belt and into bags.
” You live here on the Island?” John asks.
” No, I just work here, I live across the bridge,” Crissy replies.
” Great place huh?” he asks her.
” Great for older people, not so much for younger people.”
” Why’s that?” he asks curiously.
” Not a lot of things for younger people to do here on the Island.”
” Hmm,” John replies, obviously not understanding her point.
Crissy, an intelligent woman recognizes this, ” Don’t get me wrong, there are things to do, just not as much as the on the other side. It’s very relaxed here and I like it here, but…”
” Would you live here if you could?” he asks.
” Maybe when I’m older, I’ve got my whole life ahead of me, I don’t really want to be tied down just yet.”
” Understandable,” John says with a nod.
” $220.00,” Crissy states.
” Here you go,” Su says, handing her the credit card.
Crissy makes the transaction, ” Thank you, enjoy your stay.”
” Good luck to you, don’t let them work you too hard,” Su says nicely.
” They’re very good to us,” Crissy says with a tired smile.
John nods and they begin to make their way to the car through the hardware store doors.
Su looks at John. ” Could you take the groceries to the car? I want to pick up a few shelling nets. I’ll be right behind you,” she asks.
” Sure,” he says and pushes the cart to the car unloading the groceries into the trunk. Looking around he sees a movie theater.
Su comes out with several nets in her hand and sees John pointing to the movie theater across the parking lot.
” What?” Su asks as she looks back.
” Movies. Maybe we can take the kids to the movies while they are here.”
” Already had that planned in case they get cabin fever. I think they’ll be ok though.”
John nods and gets into the car. Turning on the radio he searches the channels for a weather report. “ Y’know, I haven’t heard one weather report since we got here,” he says.
Su looks up out the window, “ Looks like a good chance of happiness today,” she says with a smile.
“ Very funny,” he says.
Pressing the radio buttons, flipping through music he hears a catchy tune. “ Shark Fishing On The Skyway Bridge”
“ Who is that?” she asks.
John looks at the radio dash, “ Oh hey, it’s Treble Hook!”
“ Treble Hook, sometimes he plays with Steve Arvey over in the St. Pete area, or somewhere over in those parts.”
“ Oh Luckyyy!” John belts out.
“ Ohh, didn’t even make the connection.”
“ Seems like nothing around here does,” he says referring to the weather reports.
Su ignores his last comment as they make their way back to the cottage.
They put the groceries away and John prepares to cook breakfast , ” just a two egg omelet?” he asks.
” Yes please. With cheese, sauteed onions and bacon. I’ll cook the bacon while you do the other stuff.”
” Coming right up. What about Lucky?”
” Yeah, let me do that first. How’s your head?”
“ I’m alright,” he says.
Su heads into the bedroom where Lucky is sitting at the edge of the bed looking down.
“ Poor thing, I bet you thought we left you here, huh?”
John cuts a couple pads of butter into a medium pan, dribbles a little olive oil over top and slices the onions into medium sized rings, remembering that Su prefers them this way. He minces a couple cloves of garlic and adds it to the heated pan. The kitchen is filled with the aroma of real butter, onions and garlic.
No time to render in the oven. He places seven slices of bacon in a large pan on a burner and they start to sizzle, adding to the mouth-watering scents.
Su gets Lucky down from the bed and takes him outside. He sniffs around the tree for a couple of minutes and leads her back to the cottage. ” Wanting some of that bacon huh?” she says.
Su takes Lucky back in and fixes a cup of coffee for John and sets it on the counter behind him letting him know it is there.
” Thank ya baby.”
” You’re welcome baby.”
” How’s he doin’ today?”
” Still real drugged up from last night. MMm that bacon smells so good!”
” Just a few more minutes,” he says.
John turns the bacon over, seasons the onions with his homemade blend of herb seasonings that he grew at home, then places them on simmer and shreds some of the super sharp cheddar cheese, then slices a few pieces to top the omelets with.
” How fluffy you want your eggs?” he asks.
” Not too fluffy. How you normally make them.”
John cracks five eggs into a bowl and whisks in two caps full of milk.
” Want me to show you how to make an omelet?”
” Sure.” Su stands beside John leaving him enough room to maneuver around near the stove.
” Ok, using an egg pan, put a pad of butter and a few dribbles of olive oil in it and heat it up to medium heat. Then coat the whole pan, sides and all when it’s melted. Real brain surgery so far, huh?”
” Yep, pretty easy so far,” she says.
The bacon pan starts cracking and popping. “Ok, I’m taking the bacon off the heat now,” she says as she grabs the bacon pan.
” Is it as crisp as you want? Just lower the heat if you wanna cook it some more,” he says.
” Yep, I don’t want to burn it,” she says, placing the bacon on paper towels.
” Now pour a couple…” Su cuts him off “ Hang on, let me get this hot bacon fat out of the way first,” she says, moving the pan to the other counter.
“ Ok, now I’m ready,” she says with a sigh.
“ Yeh, sorry babe,” he says.
“ It’s ok, the whole fire thing y’know? I’m ready.”
“ Yeh, I understand, Ok, now pour a couple of the scrambled eggs in the pan while it’s hot. Now here’s the trick … as the eggs cook, pull the eggs from the sides of the pan to the center and let the soft uncooked part roll to the edge of the pan again. Keep doing this until no more egg rolls from the center to the edge, then flip it.”
” How?” she asks.
” That takes a little practice, but it’s just like flipping a piece of toast in a dry pan. You can practice by flipping toast in a dry pan too,” he suggests.
John flips the eggs over with a quick push of the pan and flip up. The eggs flip over in the pan with only a little splash on the handle.
” Fancy!” she says, smiling.
” Fast. Now let it cook until it’s a very light brown on the bottom, or until all the raw egg is set, which will only take a minute,” he says.
” How do I know when it’s time?”
” You can lift the edge a little and look under it. Eggs will cook for several minutes after you remove them from the heat. When it’s done to where you like it, flip it again, then put your ingredients in real fast.”
John spreads the cheese over the whole flat of the eggs, then scoops half of the seasoned onions and garlic on half of the eggs and cheese, then crumbles a couple slices of bacon on top of the onions to one side. ” The reason I only lay the onions and bacon to one side is that it makes it easier to roll out of the pan and flip over, creating that omelet look.”
” You’re not gonna flip all that, are you?”
John holds the pan over half of the plate and tilts the pan where most of the ingredients are to the plate side. Sliding half it off onto the plate, he folds the other half of the egg over top of the onions and bacon by lifting the pan and pushing the other half of the eggs over the filling.
” Add a couple slices of cheese to the top , throw your toast to it, a couple more slices of bacon as a side and Wallah!”
” You’re good at that, you can keep making them,” she says smirking.
” Yeah, yeah and here I thought I was teaching you how to make one.”
” You did, but I like it when you make them.”
” Enjoy baby! I’m gonna make myself one real quick and get out there shellin’. Got a Junonia to find for my honey.”
” Yes you do,” she says, nibbling on a piece of bacon.
John playfully points the spatula at Su, ” Keep it up missy.”
” Or what mister?”
” Or, or I’ll find one so big you can’t take it back with you.”
Su looks at him with the fork in her mouth and a blank stare, when they both start laughing at how dumb that sounded.
John finishes making his breakfast and they eat together at the counter while Lucky lays on the blanket near their chairs staring up looking for fallout to drop.
Su stands up with a half of slice of bacon in her hand. ” What do you say?” Lucky shakes his head and sneezes.
” Say Mama,” Su says, trying to get him to talk. Lucky puckers his lips and lets out a little “Urrruh”
” Maw- maw,” she says, sounding it out trying to get him to say it. Lucky sneezes again and puckers his lips ” Urruh rwaw rwaw.”
” Good boy! there ya go,” she says, handing him the bacon. He scarfs it down looking back and forth between John and her for more.
” Who’s that?” John asks Lucky as he points to Su.
Lucky looks at Su then back to John.
” Rwaw rwaw, ” Lucky sounds out.
John hands him a slice of bacon and he crunches it in his jaws sloppily, sniffing and licking up any little pieces that fell.
” Good pup,” John says.
” We taking him with us?” he asks.
” Yeah for a little while.”
John clears the dishes from the counter and runs water over them in the sink.
” You’re not gonna leave those are you?” she asks.
John looks at her like I really didn’t want to do them now, then grabs a sponge with a scrubby on one side, washes the dishes and cleans the counters.
” Are we there yet?” he asks sarcastically.
” Yes dear.”
She smirks, he chuckles and they prepare to hit the beach for a long day of shelling.
Copyright © 2012 by John Edward Petersen