Maddy arrived home from a visit to Spain this evening. Somehow, I'm suspecting through Gibralter, she managed to smuggle a Spanish omelette into the UK. I think the greater feat was actually arriving here with her grandmother's home baked dish in one perfectly round piece.It was still warm when she sliced through the smooth crust. In tact, it looked like a full moon - a light oil glistening, golden, and with darkened spots that could be craters from a distance.
It was soft in the centre, fluffy, with a hint of olive oil - I could have gobbled up the entire thing.
When the moon hits your eye its...its no big pizza pie...
It turns out its a Spanish omelette.
