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For an easy peasy lunch or dinner or for a little more labor intensive breakfast (given the fact that I like my breakfast fast and easy), try a frittata.
2 T olive oil
1 yellow onion
1 small zucchini
1 small red pepper
1/2 dozen or so small black olives
1/4 cup Gruyere cheese
1 T chopped parsley
Here’s my version (adapted from Martha’s version)
Start with some sliced onions, any color will do
some sliced zucchini
grate some Gruyere cheese
crack a half dozen eggs
put them in a bowl
and whisk them thoroughly
chop some fresh parsley
then coat the bottom of an ovenproof pan with a little olive oil and put the onions in it and place under the broiler on high for a few minutes or until they look like this
take out of the oven and start to assemble the frittata
Pour the egg mixture over the vegetables
sprinkle on some salt and a few grinds from the pepper mill and put in a preheated 450 degree oven. After you put the frittata in, reduce the oven heat to 400 degrees and let it bake until it’s puffed up and the center is set (about 20 minutes)
If you decide to make this for breakfast, I would recommend doing it the night before and reheating it in the morning, knives and early mornings before coffee are not something I deal with very well.
And you thought I never made anything remotely healthy
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Thank you all for your beautiful, thoughtful, insightful comments.
For all of you who mentioned that you were also experiencing or had experienced the loss of your mother, here’s a beautiful tribute that may comfort you (and probably make you cry). Here’s the link to the blog http://rogueartistsspeak.blogspot.com/
Look in the archives for the story titled “I Love Your Memories”.
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The book is about a rather strange, introverted food writer who lives in a culinary fantasy world through her writing. Stop looking at me that way! But even though you might be thinking, hmmmm, sounds like someone I know, I think the reason the book resonated with me is it’s depiction of the main character’s relationship with her family. I love my family, but feel out of place when I’m around them. I have, as a result, sort of mashed together a family based on my relationship with my youngest son, which is very close, and my friends and coworkers who have become closer to me than my family ever has been.
I’ve analyzed this whole thing to the point that I am quite sick of thinking about it, but the fact of the matter is that the reason for our estrangement is that I don’t practice the religion of my youth, and, while it is a very nice religion in it’s own right, it’s just not for me anymore. All of my family, and I mean all (I’m the only black sheep), are still intensely involved with their faith and while, I am thrilled that they have such a passion for it and it brings them comfort, they aren’t thrilled that it doesn’t bring me comfort any longer.
I’ve had some devastating losses in my lifetime that have shook me to my very core, emotionally, spiritually and every other kind of “ually” you can think of. When I turned to religion for comfort and didn’t find it, I had to find a way to survive on my own with a new version of reality & spirituality. I believe in God and pray to him for myself and others. I find great comfort in the blessings he’s given us. I find my spirituality in the beauty of my surroundings, the joy I feel when a new baby horse comes into my world, my darling grandchildren and last, but certainly not least, the love of my friends and family, both biological and adopted through friendship. I try to be a good mother, grandmother, friend. I consider myself a compassionate, generous person. My family, unfortunately, can’t see past the fact that I have abandoned my religion and I guess, in the process, them.
I lost my dear sweet mother this year to Alzheimer’s and, at the funeral my family decided to use the opportunity to try and pressure my son & I into rejoining the fold. It was such a painful time for me because I loved my mother with my whole heart and they made it so much harder to bear by their actions. I seemed to have gone off course here, sorry. I typically don’t get too personal on these pages because this is my place to share my love of life & food (and, of course, wine!), not the inevitable pain we all endure if we are lucky enough to live long enough to experience true loss.
While I was flying out to the funeral with my son, I told him I only wanted one thing of my mother’s. I don’t care about material possessions much and she didn’t have much anyway, since she also didn’t care about accumulating wealth. The only thing I wanted of hers was her recipe box. Even though she wasn’t a very good cook, and in reality, didn’t do much cooking at all, I have some great memories of cooking with her and later for her. She had a old green recipe box with her maiden name engraved on the top. It’s greasy and faded and I wanted it! It was a little bit of a struggle, but I came home with it in my suitcase.
In the book, the main character ended up getting her mother’s recipe box from her sister after a struggle that took years. My struggle only took a day or two and quite frankly, no one really argued with me too much about it. I came home with something that I will treasure forever though.
Ok, sorry to be so introspective this week. I don’t usually spend a lot of time brooding over anything, because life is way to short for that.
But, thanks for listening. You guys are the best!!!!
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