There are only been a small handful of times where I’ve been outright discriminated against.
Once as a Girl Scout, when my troop was out camping near a river. The river had a sign that said “No Wading” and the girls with me said “no wadding?” but pronounced it like “wah-ding” so I gently said, “it says no wading” (pronounced “way-ding”). The girls argued with me for a moment and I was so over their crap that I asked the nearest adult who confirmed my pronunciation was correct. The girls decided to recruit the other scouts to gang up on me after that and judged me for my proper grammar. It was inevitably one of the reasons why I dropped out of Girl Scouts — also because brown is so not my color.
Next was the time when one of the managers at a prior job told me I couldn’t wear skulls because they were offensive. When I gently explained that I celebrate Dia de Los Muertos, a Mexican cultural holiday that celebrates the dead, she was like, “well I’m Mexican and I don’t even celebrate that holiday, so you can’t wear skulls.” And I was like, “okay.. well I really don’t care what your nationality is but thanks for the background info, and bee tee dubs, I’m still wearing skulls mkay?” And she was all, “I’m going to fire you for wearing skulls!” and I was all “do it!” And she did, so I filed a suit against the workplace. For someone with a skull, she sure didn’t use it well.
And then, while attending the BlogHer 2014 conference in San Jose, CA this past weekend. At one of the parties I attended, there was a catered breakfast complete with a made-to-order omelet bar on one side of the room and your standard lineup of other breakfast fare on the other side.
Since I am not one to turn down free food and since it’s a well known fact that vacation calories don’t count, I immediately loaded up on hashbrowns, donuts, fruit and sausage from the other side and hopped in the omelet line for a custom creation. While the omelet-making woman prepared one omelet, she’d ask the next person in line what they wanted and started searing their mixins. So as she whipped up Trish’s omelet, I patiently waited for her to ask me what mixins I would like.
And she never did.
So I gently said I would like chopped ham, onions, pico de gallo and cheese, aka the exact same thing Trish got. The omelet-making woman looked me dead in the eye and pointed behind me to the table of other breakfast fare. “You can get your breakfast over there,” she said. I looked at her, then Trish, then the breakfast fare, then Dorothy, and back at omelet-woman. She was insistent. “There’s breakfast over there,” she said again, pointing to the other table.
So Trish piped in, “but she wants the same omelet that I had with the mixins right here.” The omelet-woman was like whatever Trish and continued to tell me I could get my breakfast elsewhere. I pondered what I could have possibly done wrong to offend the omelet-woman; perhaps mumble aloud that I liked scrambles better? I don’t know. It wasn’t like I insulted her long family lineage of omelet-making or her omelet-making skills or anything. In fact, I marveled at how cheesy and delicious every omelet before mine had looked.
I asked the omelet-woman, why I couldn’t have an omelet. “But I want an omelet from here,” I said. “But I want ham, onion, pico and cheese, please,” I said. “Why can’t I have an omelet?” I asked. The omelet-woman was like, “we have hashbrowns over there, sausage, granola…” clearly avoiding this whole Hayley-omelet subject which quickly became a thing since now Trish and Dorothy were like, “but she wants an omelet!” and the omelet-woman was all “whatever bitches, I don’t need you!” as she dramatically dropped the skillets to the floor, threw up a deuce and bounced. Not really, but that would have been cool.
So FINALLY coming to terms with the fact that I would clearly never get an omelet from this omelet-woman, she finally asks what I want in my omelet. I’m not sure what gave her a change of heart since usually omelet-women stick to their guns (or rather, rubber spatulas) but I was finally able to get my omelet. And sadly, it was really anticlimactic because it was decent, but looked nothing like Trish’s omelet and was just kind of meh, probably because I had to work abnormally hard at begging for glorified scrambled eggs with onions in them.
But ultimately, I’m glad I stood up for myself against the miscreant omelet woman because if I ever want to move forward as a person I must challenge my demons and stand up for what’s right. Stand my ground and tell that omelet-woman I’m not backing down without a fight. And that for the thousandth time, no, I don’t want hashbrowns and sausage. I want a mother effing omelet. This is America. It’s my right. Girl power.
And besides the omelet, the breakfast had catered some donuts as well which turned out to be infinitely better than any freshly-but-begrudgingly made omelet could be. Soft, puffy, plush and super glazed, I was in donut heaven. So I created a pie to mimic that same heavenly mental state after I bit into that pillowy donut — and after managing to defeat the omelet-woman.
Fight on!!
- 2 dozen glazed cake donut holes
- 1 refrigerated pie crust, room temperature
- 1 stick butter, melted
- ¼ cup brown sugar
- Pinch cinnamon
- Pinch nutmeg
- 2 eggs, beaten
- 3 tsp vanilla extract, divided
- 2 cups powdered sugar
- 1-3 Tbsp milk
- Sprinkles
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly spray a 9" pie plate with cooking spray. Press the pie crust gently into the pan and crimp the edges as desired.
- Halve the donut holes and fill the pie crust with the donut holes in an even layer; set aside. Meanwhile, in a medium bowl, combine the melted butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, eggs and ONE teaspoon of the vanilla. Pour the mixture evenly over the donut holes to coat.
- Bake the pie for approximately 30-35 minutes or until golden brown and bubbly. I highly recommend using a pie shield or tenting the crust of the pie to prevent burning and overbaking too quickly. Allow the pie to cool completely.
- In a medium bowl, combine the remaining two teaspoons of vanilla, powdered sugar and milk; vigorously stir to combine. Drizzle the icing on top of the pie and immediately garnish with sprinkles. Cut into slices and serve room temperature or warmed up.
Have a fantastical Monday!!
xo, Hayley
Debbie Caraballo says
Wow…what a nasty woman! I would’ve had a manager or other person in authority over at the omelet station post haste! It was her job to serve customers, not to pass judgement on anyone for any reason. People like her don’t need to be working with the public.
Pie looks great! Can’t imagine the taste but it’s so very unique! Thanks, Hayley
Prudy | butter, basil, and breadcrumbs says
You know…. I read your blog every time I receive the email, and I always enjoy your posts… and your recipes are always superb. You are extremely talented. I mean…look at this pie. Who does that? Who makes glazed donut pies? Well…you do!!
But I never comment…mostly because I’m usually sitting at my desk at work, and while I can sit and read a post (because it’s easy to minimize my screen if necessary..), but when I type, I get engrossed, and before I know it..somebody is standing behind me watching me type on a post that I shouldn’t be reading at work in the first place! But I jibber jabber here… (that’s another reason why I usually don’t comment…because I just keep talking… (see? I just did it again!))
Anyway…. I felt the need to comment here. I think why I love you the most, is because you remind me of my daughter Jessica. You just do.
And when you talked about the boss who wouldn’t let you wear skulls to work, I immediately thought of Jess, because skulls are her style. Like you, shes drop dead gorgeous… but she has an edge to that gorgeous. She likes to combine feminine with skulls… black lipstick with model worthy eyes. She has more make up in her bedroom than a cosmetic store, and she knows how to use it. She’s quite talented. But she’s ridiculed because of the way she wears it. Because of the way she expresses herself. And it makes me angry. And it breaks my heart. And it broke my heart for you because of that stupid boss.
And it broke my heart for you because of that stupid omelet Nazi. Come to my house. Wear your skulls…shoot, maybe I’ll even wear skulls! Haha!! And I’ll make you the biggest and best omelet with chopped ham, onions, pico de gallo and cheese. And then you can show me how to make this awesome pie.
Wishing you a happy day… …Prudy <3
Laura @ Laura's Culinary Adventures says
What a wierd omlette making lady!
Lila says
A pie without fruit- amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t wait to make this one!!
Sophia @ NY Foodgasm says
You naughty minx! This is so decadent!
Rene says
Just wanted to say hi Hayley. I met you Saturday night and have heard about you and your many talents . . . love your blog!
joanne says
As sad and uncomfortable that was to read about your omelet nightmare. I laughed so hard on a really difficult day! Thank you for such witty writing and open sharing…Thank you Hayley….Sign me up. I need a serving every day. 🙂
Kayle (The Cooking Actress) says
1-kids are mean. I had the same thing happen but in cheerleading. I was stubborn and stayed however, since their goal was to get me off the squad.
2-WHY??! Why did that omelet woman not want to serve you???! Do you think it’s because you already had a bunch of food?? Dumb whatever the reason-glad you stood your ground and got your omelet! and then got better donuts 😛
You’re, as always, eviiiil-donut pie!!! EEEEEE AMAZE-INGGG
Julianne @ Beyond Frosting says
That just baffles my mind. What gives her the right to deny you an omelet. I am sorry you had to deal with that. You are strong and you fight for what you believe it. You go girl!
Felix Arellano says
This maybe the greatest pie ever created… I can only imagine what it might taste like with a layer of apple or cherry pie filling just beneath the donuts.. Again what an awesome recipe!!
Michele @ Alwayzbakin says
First of all, this donut pie looks spectacular! Second, where is that omelet-Nazi? I will tear her a new one! What in the world was HER problem? THAT is so weird! My daughter is 21 and she works at Coldstone. Whenever she tells me a story about people being rude to her I’m glad I wasn’t there, because I would probably get her fired. What is wrong with people?? Don’t even give it another thought. She sounds crazy.
Jess @ On Sugar Mountain says
I’m sorry, did you just make a pie out of donuts? CAN I PLEASE COME LIVE WITH YOU?! I CAN BE THE OFFICIAL TASTE TESTER. Or at least can we be neighbors?! This pie is absolute perfection, Hayley.
Dorothy @ Crazy for Crust says
Seriously, that was, like, the weirdest thing ever. Well, to witness. I’m glad I could have been part of it! Ohmigosh I love this pie and your photos are gorgeous!
Jennie @themessybakerblog says
I wonder what crawled up the omelet lady’s booty? She could have used the effort it took for her to decline your omelet needs to make 5 omelets. Ugh, people! This donut pie is genius. I loved donuts before, but this pie…in love!
Laura Dembowski says
First of all this pie is wrong in all the right ways. I mean doughnuts in pie? Come on.
Now, I’m sorry people treat you that way. It’s horrible and really unacceptable. I have always felt left out and like people go out of their way to be mean to or ignore me and it just sucks. I don’t know why there are so many mean people in the world. But hopefully what goes around comes around. You know?
Ashley Urke | Domestic Fashionista says
Oh, crazy omelet lady! That was too funny! I mean what is an omelet bar if you can’t pick whatever you want?!
And on another note, this pie looks amazeballs. You never cease to amaze us with your drool worthy recipes!
Renee @ Awesome on $20 says
This pie is absolutely mad, and I love you. Who needs omelets anyway? Also, never back down from a grammar challenge.
Ebony Thomas says
Awesome Recipe!
thedomesticrebel says
Thanks, Ebony! 🙂