The Omelettes
Or
Part 2 of Why I’ve Been Missing for Four Months
Read part 1 here: The Cow
After the cow we called the authorities and we called friends. Kind strangers stopped at the side of the road to help. Kinder friends drove us to the ER and took care of our children. We were bruised and scraped up, shaken and exhausted but most definitely alive and grateful.
In the morning we told the girls what happened and Clara responded by making us the best omelette I’ve ever eaten. It was stuffed with chorizo and cheese and delivered it to us in bed. As we went through the day it became clear that in addition to the bruises and scrapes, our brains had been addled in the run in with the cow.
John couldn’t come up with the right words and I couldn’t stay awake for more than an hour. In short, we had concussions. Clara laughed at John’s language slip ups and made us another omelette with fresh garden herbs.
My mom drove Ivy to her summer camp, Clara fed us omelettes with cherry tomatoes that she picked when she went to collect the eggs with Jane. Friends picked up the girls and took them for the day (but not until Clara made us omelettes with edible flowers as garnish) and dropped off more food. We were extremely well cared for while we rested and recovered.
By the end the of the week, John was more or less back to himself. He could read, he could drive, he tired easily but he was clearly on the mend.
I was not.
And Clara, she expanded her omelette making to include vegetable faces…
…and we were all grateful.
It’s November and National Blog Writing Month! My team, the Tiny Peppers, is doing things a little differently this year. Instead of posting every single day we are all aiming for: 10 days of posts, 10 days of reading/commenting, and 10 days of sharing posts through any other platform. Happy Blogging!
Behind the Willows 
Oh man! So thankful that you have the right people around you (and that Clara is so good at making omelettes ;p)
Waiting for the next installment now 🙂 (but no stress, I can be a patient waiter)
So lovely to have family and friends around you in times of trouble… but it might be time to teach Clara how to cook something else!
Oh my goodness, what a scary time that must have been! I’m glad you were okay!
Life is like an omelette because… well, it’s filled with unexpected stuff. Glad you are healing and writing. Did I remember to mail you a copy of my “A View from the North Country” book? Can’t remember squat these days.
Don’t think I can write and post 10 blog essays this month. My goal will be three.
You did thank you! I’ve been sloooowly working my way through it as I get back to reading. Just a couple essays left and it’ll be the first book I’ve finished since July!
She makes a fine looking omelette.
I hope you are 100% back to normal soon. It is so awesome that Clara cooked for you, and the omelettes looks so yummy.
The omelets sound good. The concussions? Not so much. I know a couple people who have been affected by them and they are no fun at all. I hope you are on the mend.
It sounds like you were in very loving hands. It also sounds like Clara can only cook omelets. Is that the case or was an easy meal for the invalids? Feel better soon!
Clara was nine at the time and new to cooking. She can cook more than omelettes but she is really very good at them and they make a good healthy meal for invalids. Today she made oven baked potato chips for the first time! She’s branching out!
I allowed my autistic son to take something out of the oven this weekend. Even with silicone gloves, I worried he would get burned. But everyone should learn how to at least burn Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls once or twice! (At least, that’s what I’m teaching him so far. Every darned time. I forget to set for the lower temperature. Oh well. He still ate them.)
Concussions are not fun! … face omelettes, on the other hand, are fabulous! 😀
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I need to up my omelette game, clearly. 🙂
Sweet girls turning into good cooks!
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