Chicken Omelet

Chicken. By far the most popular meat in North America. The omelet. A staple on every breakfast menu. So why can’t I find a chicken omelet anywhere? Do restaurants and diners have a secret pact to never put a mother and her embryo together in one breakfast dish? Every other meat has an omelet in their name. And we’ve all seen the two mingling together at lunch and dinner (chicken fried rice, chicken noodle soup, fried chicken, just to name a few). Why not breakfast?

I’ve come close twice: once in California, but it was an ‘egg white chicken omelet’; once in Mexico, where the chicken and the egg were not pre-mixed but were served on the same plate (yet, rather oddly, not touching).

Just to be clear, I can live without ever having to eat a chicken omelet. In fact, I wouldn’t even cross the road for one. And not just because of the two generations that would be lying before me, but mostly because I feel it wouldn’t taste all that good (side note: I’m also growing increasingly tired of eating so much damn chicken).

What baffles me is that in this day and age, where we’re putting hamburgers in pizzas and using deep-fried breaded chicken breasts as the bread itself, I still can’t find the most popular meat and the most popular breakfast item in a dish together. Capitalism alone should have made this happen. Or could that ‘secret pact’ actually exist amongst food concocters across North America; the one that asks them as a unified group of decent humans to simply stay away from this very tragic mother and child reunion?

Food for thought.