Not an Okonomiyaki, but...

This morning, I was about to put some rice on before I got in the shower so I’d have something for breakfast and thought Eh… I’ve eaten rice for breakfast for the past week and a half straight. I’ve got some eggs, I’ll do something with those. and hopped in the shower.

15 minutes later, I’m standing in front of my one-burner range, checking my frying pan (フライパン “frai pan” in Japanese. Creative, aren’t they?) and getting out utensils and stuff.

‘Kay, I gots me a knife, a frying pan, and some turners. Fridge. Let’s see… eggs… Oh, cabbage! Hey, some ベニショーガ (red pickled ginger) and… cheese… eh, whatever.

Having acquired base ingredients, my eyes wander over to the four spices I have available: pepper, peppered seasoning salt, roast garlic chicken seasoning, and pepper.

For those of you that didn’t know, I’m somewhat fond of pepper.

So, mix the base ingredients after chopping them up so they’re decently sized, add about a tablespoon of fine-ground pepper, dump the whole thing into a frying pan with a little oil on that’s been sitting oh-so-patiently.

Wait. Wait some more. I have a lid for this frying pan! Put the lid on, so I feel more cook-riffic.

Wait. Wait. Flip. Wait. Flip. Flip. Hee, this is fun! Oh, right. Cooking. Wait. Wait. Flip. Hee.

I had intended to take a picture of the finished product, but I ate most of it. I took a picture of the remaining eighth, though, and you can see it looks like I deep-fried a pan full of vomit.

Yum.