*The featured photo is not a frittata.
It started with day-old McDonald’s fries. They were headed to the trash when Kody saved them one Saturday morning.
In my mind, we had no groceries. But lo and behold, we had eggs and a slice of ham, cheese and sour cream, a tomato and half an onion. And day-old McDonald’s fries. In Kody’s mind, we had the makings of a frittata. His brain is just wired that way.
The frittata has taught me perspective and creativity.
Okay, maybe the lesson came from Kody. He sauteed the diced onion with fresh-pressed garlic, threw in the chopped French fries and ham, salted and peppered, allowed those ingredients some skillet dancing.
I cracked the eggs, whisked in the sour cream, and left Kody in charge of the food on the fire. I shredded cheddar and gruyere, sliced the tomato, laid the rounds on a paper towel, and pressed out extra moisture. Our first frittata attempt was a bit too moist.
The frittata has taught us to keep on trying.
Kody folded the cheddar into the stove-top work-in-progress, topped it with the tomato, gruyere and seasonings, maybe parsley and basil, more salt and pepper, popped the pan into the oven, and broiled it for a few minutes.
The frittata has taught me to use what I have.
Bell pepper. Serrano. Bacon. Sausage. Actual potatoes are nice, but fries work in a pinch. You wouldn’t know if I hadn’t spilled the beans.
At our house, recipes are rarities. So is dessert. This week was rare. I’m finding myself with extra time on my hands.
We stayed with Kody’s sister Gianna last weekend, and she inspired me by baking dozens and dozens of cookies. (She has a lucrative side gig, and her house smells divine.) And my friend Keith inspired me with his Strawberry-Raspberry Cake on last week’s blog (click the link). Upon arrival home, I added berries to my grocery list and surprised Kody with some kitchen capers of my own. And you know what he said?
“This is the best dessert I ever ate.”