He Will Laugh

I’m sorry to say that thanks to a storm named Isaac — in Hebrew, a name that means “he will laugh” — my time in Edinburgh has been cut short, and that I’m headed home to the US for the foreseeable future.

On the upside: following the rule that says to cook everything in the flat before you go, this evening saw the emptying of the refrigerator into one of the more memorable omelettes I’ve ever cooked: six eggs, three kinds of cheese (two blue), fat red onion, fresh rosemary, herbes de Provence, spinach, ginger, half a dozen different seasonings, and other ingredients that, thanks to a dash or two of something else, have curiously eluded my memory. In other words: further research is required.