What a bold decision to put yolks in that egg white omelet.
1950s jello cake ass food crime. Wtf
Yes, I’d like one slice of the cake-ass please. No box, I’m gonna eat it here.
is there supposed to be a problem with this?
Only of you insist it’s an omelette
What would you even call that mass? A hard-boiled dozen?
hard-boiled hexegg. It’s better in German, hartgekoctsechsei.
edit - ignore me, I thoght it was a half dozen - add a doppel in there maybe.
lol i love german. who else would call 12 of something a “double half dozen”
I totally made that up by the way so don’t rely on it at all with actual Germans.
Don’t forget their neighbour with numbers like “quatre-vingt-dix-sept” though, I think theres a reason for so many renowned French mathematicians.
That’s called a tortilla, right?
Missing garlic, onion and patato, but pretty close to it.
I’d refund any tortillas if they were like this.
As a child growing up in the foothills of Grenyarnia, life was a simple, bucolic idyll. Every day the sun would shine through my modest little window, and I’d wake to the gentle scent of the titan arums, as well as the somewhat more pungent, but equally welcome, aroma of the Svenborgian staff bringing me my breakfast.
Oh what a repast it always was! The earthy notes of the Organic sixième presse de pied grape juice! The ever-unexpected delights of caviar-infused macarons! And to top it all off, of course, was my favorite, the delightful egg dish! The name is a bit of a mouthful, Sot den Arschlächer et ass eng Omelette, but my family and I always just called them our beloved Arschloch Omelettes. I never quite took down the recipe, as our staff mysteriously disappeared one night, coincidentally along with some of the tableware and a few million kroner of what mummy and daddy called the loose change. C’est la vie! You will be missed, Griselda! Or was it Greta? Or Bob?
Still, through my years of studying the culinary arts, with literally hours spent every month living and breathing the finest recipes and influencers, I think I’ve come close. My life coach and herbalist both tell me they’ve never tasted anything like it. Please enjoy my most favorite thing, and maybe you’ll become an Archloch lover like me…
How do you nominate for comment of the year?
<chef’s kiss>
Pure, unadulterated genius.
I’ll eat it
egg is egg
When does egg become not egg?
When balut.
Stick it between a couple layers of red velvet & slather it with chocolate cream cheese icing.
Cakegg
I don’t even understand what I’m looking at.
🥚
Just eggs cooked hard in a skillet.
an omelett, but the eggs haven’t been stirred
I find this incredibly funny, still laughing, yet I’m not sure why
Oh, ok, I thought it was the various ingredients. I zoomed in and finally figured out it was merely different shots of the same thing.
I just keep imagining the faint outlines of the yolks and I burst into a fit of giggles.
Omelette du Garbage
Presented in the new fashion of choice: Derelicte.
I heard this in Dexter’s voice.
Babe, come get a slice of egg loaf before it gets cold!
I just fucked up a french omelet and now i don’t feel so bad about it
The Germans would call this an Eierkuchen
It’s only missing every ingredient except Eier.
Nothing a little smoked paprika can’t fix.
And garlic salt.
Heresy. Only sweet paprika is real paprika.
