Ros Omelette

It was one of those lazy Friday nights- the kind where you wake up and it’s already dusk, as if time had slipped through your fingers like the last piece of garlic naan at a family dinner. The sun was already clocking out, and so were we- wrapped in our blankets, deeply invested in a nail-biting thriller on Netflix.

The plot was getting intense- suspenseful music, a murder about to unfold, and just when the killer was about to be revealed, my stomach decided to add its own background score. A long, dramatic growl.

"Pause! Pause!" I yelled, as if we were in a life-or-death situation.

"But- this is the moment!" Parth, my husband protested, eyes glued to the screen.

"If I don’t eat now, I might become the next murder victim," I declared, dragging myself off the couch.

Cooking was the last thing on my mind, but hunger is the mother of all creativity. I had heard so much about curry in a hurry- that magical dish Goans swore by. Ros omelette- a plate of fluffy omelette swimming in spicy, rich leftover chicken curry masala. I had come across it on Instagram once, and it had left me impressed.

"Perfect," I thought, opening the fridge.

There it was, a small bowl of last night’s chicken curry, staring at me like a forgotten treasure. There wasn’t enough chicken left, but who needed it when the masala was the real hero? I blended the thick, flavorful curry with the remaining bits of boneless chicken, whipped up an omelette, and drowned it in the fiery, fragrant gravy.

As the kitchen filled with the rich aroma of spices, my husband sniffed the air from the living room.

"What’s that smell? Are you making something new?" he called out, suddenly interested.

"Ros omelette," I smirked. "From leftover curry."

"You mean resurrected omelette," he teased, walking in. "You and your leftover experiments. Sometimes I wonder if you secretly enjoy leaving food behind just so you can play scientist the next day."

"Excuse me, this is an art form," I said, dramatically sprinkling fresh coriander on top.

We grabbed our plates and rushed back to the couch, only to realize that in the time I made the omelette, Netflix had conveniently logged us out.

                                                                 

But one bite into Ros omelette and we had forgotten all about the movie. The deep, meaty flavors of the leftover curry had soaked beautifully into the fluffy omelette. Every spoonful was a mix of spice, warmth, and nostalgia- tasting different, yet delicious.

"Why does this taste better than last night’s actual curry?" my husband asked between mouthfuls.

"Because leftover food has superpowers," I declared.

With plates wiped clean and the movie finally back on, I sighed in satisfaction. Lazy Friday nights, thrilling mysteries, and an accidental masterpiece on our plates- what more could we ask for?

Moral of the story? Always make extra curry. Ros omelette is always big hit!