I was going to post today’s lunch tomorrow with today’s dinner and tomorrow’s lunch, but I decided to give this a separate post, just because it is that much worth its own special individual post. You’ll see what I mean in a second.

I have been experimenting with different variations of my soufflé-omelet, and was convinced I would never find a better omelet recipe, but I was wrong. I came across this very interesting omelet-idea as I was browsing through some cookbooks in the library the other day. I wish I could remember the title of the cookbook to give it credit, but my absent-minded mind just can’t remember it! But thankfully it did manage to remember the most important thing: the ultra-cool new technique of making a multi-layer omelet. I think it was called a Denver omelet? Not sure.

Anyway, I was all excited to try out this new omelet technique. I love eggs, and I love omelets, so an omelet with several layers sounded like heaven to me!

But first off, I had to think of what sort of filling I wanted to stuff my omelet with. Of course, ever being practical, I first checked the fridge to see if there were any leftovers I needed to get rid of. And there was quite a few: imitation crabmeat, tomato, cream cheese, green onions, and my remaining cilantro-coconut spread. So I started brainstorming, and came up with this idea:

                                   Seafood Salad filling

• 1 clove garlic, minced
• 1 small red onion, diced
• 1/4 cup green bell peppers, diced
• 1/4 cup shitake mushroom, diced
• 1 small tomato, diced
• 5 sticks imitation crabmeat, chopped
• 1-2 stalks green onion, chopped
• 1 tablespoon cilantro-coconut spread
• 2-3 tablespoon cream cheese
• salt & pepper

I first stir-fried the garlic, red onions, peppers, and mushrooms with salt and pepper in a skillet until they became soft:

Then I just dumped them into a bowl with the crabmeat, tomato, and green onion, and topped off with a dollop of the cilantro-coconut spread and cream cheese…
My lovely jar of leftover cilantro-coconut spread… 

And here they are all mixed up together. Colorful, eh?

As I set the seafood salad aside to absorb each other’s flavors, I got to work making the egg mixture for the omelet:

This is a mix of  6 eggs and about 1/4 cup plain yogurt.

Now comes the fun part…Making the layers of omelet! Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourself for a personal step-by-step tutorial of making…

                             Sophia’s Super-Decker Omelet

I first heat up a skillet over LOW heat and ladled about 1/2 cup of the egg mixture in…

I had to keep swirling the pan around so that the egg spread and cooked evenly. Once the egg was slightly set, I spread 1/3 of the filling onto one side of the omelet:

And then flipped half the side over like this:

Next I ladled in another 1/4 cup of the egg mixture…

And spooned in more filling on the cooked side of the omelet…

And so on and so forth. I repeated this process about 2 more times to make 3 layers of filling and 5 layers of egg. The result:
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That’s quite the OBESE omelet! It didn’t turn out as pretty as the picture in the cookbook (WHAT is the TITLE?!!!), mainly because there was simply too much filling, so the egg couldn’t fully cover the filling. Next time, I shall cut back the filling amount by half.

I cut out half of this super-fat omelet for myself and paired it off with a mound of Tropical Mash:

A big hunk of Super-Decker omelet with Tropical Mash. Perfect!  

Can you count all the layers in this?

Absolutely stuffed with exploding flavors! The egg was soooo creamy from the addition of the yogurt and from being cooked slowly at low heat.

The filling was just incredible. I can’t believe the amazing creations I get out of leftovers. There was the zesty herby-tropical flavor from the cilantro-coconut spread, and the tang from the cream cheese. And all the crunch and munch of the veggies! Oh yeah, the crabmeat was nice too, but eh, how much better can it get when it’s imitation?

This is only the second time I’m trying my own Tropical Mash. I should make this more often; it is so quick and easy and fruity and roasty at the same time from the pineapple and roasted squash.

You think this was my last bite?

Of course not! I went for seconds, so I ended up eating more than 2/3 of my Super-Decker omelet. I’m restraining myself so Liwen and Wengang and try it too. I’m just oh-so-generous. Heh. >____<

Oh, and before I leave (for my scary catered social dinner today, remember? AAAAAAAAHHH!!!)…I just wanted to share some of the great responses I received from this post’s discussion topic. They added a lot more insights and hit a lot more points than I managed to, so I felt it was a shame just letting them sit unnoticed at my comment thread! So here they are:

Emmy’s response:

Recovery:

What keeps me going?

Memories of the past, pictures of who I was. I see pictures of myself in the depths of ED, the ultimate sickness. I am shocked at how sickly I look anymore. I remember the fear, the hopelessness, the severity of depression I imposed on myself. At the time I was drowning, on the brink of death, trying to figure out why the heck I felt so strange, so sad, so crazy.

It was obvious it was because I wasn’t eating, nurturing myself, treating myself with respect, but I just didn’t have the mental capacity at the time to even understand that.

Coming out of it all, I’ve the improvements I have made. I love myself, my body, my attitude, and my positive outlook of the future. I couldn’t have any of that in the grips of another ED.

When I feel weak, I remember the pain, I look at the pictures, I remind myself how much better off I am now. How much hope I have, how much of a future I would sacrifice going back.

I know I still have a ways to go in recovery, but my disorder has lessened drastically. My disorder is fading. I am proud of that. I brag about that to myself, it keeps me on track for the most part.

I love life to much to let ED pull me under the water again.

-E

Bhealthier’s response:

Recovery can be such a long process in many ways , for me as well. It took me a long time to figure out what I was really getting from the ED, why it was continuing and what it was that caused me to be in that position. I tried to fight myself out of the ED and that worked for a little while, then it was major “relapse” and reminded me that I was still struggling with those deep issues. When I had a GOOD SUPPORT system, safe people to go to, and I focused on all of what was fueling the ED, I could actually begin to recover.

Recovery is life, and life is not easy, but its worth living.

I would tell myself that when I had a rough time, and I would talk about what was truly bothering me ( any little thing at first, then bigger problems) to safe friends and family that I could trust, and I allowed myself to “be” … to be NOT perfect, to be screwed up, to be capable of recovery, to be capable of loving myself despite my mistakes in the past.

 

Maryann’s response:

Recovery to me is acquiring your balance. Also, if plotted on a graph, recovery doesn’t look like a straight line always pointing upwards. It wiggles and jiggles but on the whole moves toward the sky

Joanne’s response:

Recovery is a tough topic because, to me at least, it’s a lifelong thing. Even though I can eat normally now and don’t have food-related panic attacks, I still think about ED every day. Sometimes it’s in a good way – I think about how far I’ve come and how many achievements I have made. I think about past successes in which I have eaten things that have scared me, even if they weren’t on my plan for the day. And sometimes I DO have those ED moments where someone suggests going out somewhere to eat or to a party or to bake something and my mi
nd immediately tries to think of an excuse as to why I can’t go or take part in the activity, just so I can avoid having to eat things that are out of my control. Whenever that happens, I remind myself that it’s okay to have these thoughts, as long as I don’t act on them and often I just close my eyes, mentally think of myself pushing ED out of my head, and smile and tell the person that it’s a good idea. I also try to put myself in situations that scare me, in which I will have to be around food, such as organizing an ice cream party at work this summer, baking a cake for one of my friend’s birthdays, or suggesting to my roommate that we go get dessert/ice cream. I know that the more I expose myself to these things and prove to myself that I will live through them, the easier living with(out) ED will get.

Honestly, I haven’t yet had any moments of complete regression but I never let myself get to the point where I was unhealthily underweight and so I never really had too much weight to gain. When I WAS trying to gain back like 5 lb, it was really hard for me and I struggled every day to tell myself that I wasn’t “fat”. I know that I have body dysmorphia, which doesn’t help the situation. Also, as far back as I can remember, my reaction to food has always been to restrict it. When I was in eighth grade, I stopped eating breakfast and lunch in order to lose weight. When my first bf broke up with me, the first thing I thought was that I would stop eating so that I would get skinny and he would want me back. I know that this is just how my mind is wired, and so ED is something that I will probably have to struggle with indefinitely. A large part of it, for me, though is knowing that I will have those moments and that it is okay, as long as I also remember to talk some sense into myself once they are over. We can’t expect to always be perfect or ED-free – it’s unrealistic, but we can try to just make each moment/day as ED-free as possible and to get back up when we slip and fall down.

These are just a few of the many amazing ladies I’ve met in this blogging community. It is just absolutely inspiring and encouraging and heartening to see and observe the progress of their growth, strength, courage, and maturity. Thank you all of you who responded to this topic! We’re all in this together, and aren’t we so blessed that we have a great support group right here in the non-existent yet so real blogging world?

All right, I’m already late! I’ve gotta go face more fear foods tonight. I’ll report back tomorrow, but meanwhile, lots of hugs and kisses  to all you beautiful souls out there!

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