The summer when I was seven, my mother and I visited my great aunt’s house in Tokyo for a few days. The evening we arrived, my mother and great aunt chatted until late, and when I woke up the next morning, they were already up, preparing breakfast in the small kitchen downstairs.
“We’re going to have an omelette, Sweetheart,” said my great aunt as I sat down at the table.
“Omelette?” I stared at the sizzling frying pan. I knew what an omelette was. We sometimes had them at home. It’s just fried eggs with ketchup.
“And it’s going to be very delicious,” said my mother from the side.
My great aunt took the pan off the heat and served the omelette on three plates.
“Now, eat while it’s still hot!”
I picked up a fork and took a small portion in my mouth. Something juicy spread on my tongue along with the egg…
“So delicious!” I exclaimed. “I’ve never had such a delicious omelette before. This omelette is juicy!”
Laughing, my great aunt explained that it had tomatoes and onions in it, but that was it.
To this day, I’ve never had any more delicious omelette in my life. It was truly a divine omelette.