Tuesday, September 3, 2013

shrimp omelette for the hungry little breakfast monster

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

it was a rainy sunday here on the island on august 25th. everyone was still peacefully tucked under their fluffy blankets and there i was dying of envy. our little girl wakes up at 5:30 every morning and there hasn’t been a morning in the last two years of my life when i didn’t wish she would wake up a bit later. 

wish never granted.

i must admit though that a lot of good things happen when you wake up early. one of them is getting fresh seafood from the vendor who carries two or three different kinds of fish everyday. but shrimps are always a blessing because i won’t have to wait for my husband to clean them. it’s something that i can’t (and am not willing to) do. 

our little monster is not only the very early bird that mercilessly drags me out of bed every morning, she’s also the monster bird who loves to eat a huge breakfast. none of us are crazy about early morning meals, but like they say, there’s always a cute and unique little monster among the monsters. 

there are about a hundred recipes for shrimp omelette. i wanted to make mine simple though because one, i was only half awake and half willing to cook, and two, i did not think our little monster required a palate adventure as early as six in the morning.

if you want to whip out a yummy breakfast in five minutes, here’s something that you might want to try.

shrimp omelette for the hungry little breakfast monster

  • 10 shrimps, peeled and cut in halves
  • 2 eggs
  • salt,  less than a pinch if it’s for your little ones at home
  • butter
  • pepper


  • beat two eggs in a  bowl, add a little salt and pepper. set aside
  • in a non-stick skillet, sauté shrimps in a little oil until they turn pink then add a small cube of butter
  • add the eggs, wait till one side cooks then fold

ta-dah! there you go. the kind of breakfast your little one will say “yuuummmy!” to. mine hugged me and told me sweetly, “thank you mommy. egg is yummy! i love you!”
that was a mouthful for a two-year old girl, and if cooking breakfast will give me that every morning, i’d be more than glad to drag myself out of bed on my own.

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