Margarita Omnomnomelettes
I've re-discovered omelettes recently, and I'm not really sure why I'm liking them so well these days. Maybe because there's no meat in them now, unlike I did back when I first learnt to make omelettes, and meat tends to smell like a wet dog, to me? Dunno. Regardless, we're eating omelettes at least three times a week, these days, and I think I might be in love. This recipe came about thanks to my parents and their trip to Italy ... oh heavens, it's been two years now, where did time go? Anywho, they went to Italy, discovered margarita pizzas, my dad made some for me when I visited, and then I promptly didn't make them for myself because failure. Until now. First time I made this meal, I'd come home late from a long day at work, eaten an irresponsible number of leftover birthday baked goods, indulged in an irresponsible number of mimosas (which is two, I am such a lightweight), and then opted for pacing around the house to get 5k extra steps on my