My sister woke up last Saturday morning craving an omelette. Why you ask? Well, luckily my interest in my sisters' cooking always makes me inquisitive, so I asked her what caused her craving. She said she had dreamt about our father that night. Our dad, who passed away many years ago, was a restaurant / pizzeria owner (yes, I know—so cliché!) and we rarely saw him as he worked an insane amount of hours a week. The only times we did see him was on the weekend. My sister also explained that one of her favorite memories of my dad was his cooking for us. This was not something he did frequently as he probably was too tired and I’m sure he didn’t want to get in my mother’s way. But there were times when he made us breakfast, and he always made an amazing omelette. My dad loved using tomatoes as I think they were his favorite fruit—yes a tomato is a fruit. He particularly liked them for his omelette. I remember how he would make the eggs and plate them and how the plate would eerily move on the counter (from the heat). My dad would say it was magic! Nevertheless, magic or not, the eggs tasted wonderful! Well, last Saturday, for the first time, my sister tried to replicate his recipe. There is really not too much to it and not sure if she got it exactly the same as my dad used make, but the omelet tasted pretty darn good. I think my dad would have been pleased! Hopefully, you will like it too!