Omelette Books

and I am not talking about recipes!

I am so sick of reading books with poor little rich people as characters. They are always out sooooooo late, and then they get home and decide they are hungry.

Oh, but they are always just too busy to shop for food. Oh no! What does one do?

Oh, I know! It's the middle of the night and we're both too rich and busy to really know how to cook, but the man can. . .

wait for it. . .

make omelettes!

The rich people only have eggs, a bit of butter, some gnarly French cheese, and fresh chives.

Why would a house with no groceries (too busy, remember?) have FRESH chives? Never mind the fact that omelettes can be really, really hard for an inexperienced cook to make!

What is wrong with these authors? Why is it so bloody cool to eat omelettes at midnight when you are rich?

Gratuitous omelette photo goes here: