It took me a long time to even appreciate them, honestly. I'm not much of an egg person (I believe they exist in breakfast scenarios only to hold up the Taylor ham and cheese) so it would never occur to me to seek out a giant omelette-type-thing in the first place. With the passing years, though, I realized the unmistakable scent of potatoes, peppers and eggs brought back (in the way that smells so often do) a nostalgia powerful enough it seemed my grandparents were sitting right at the table with me. And since that hasn't happened nearly enough lately I thought it'd be a great fit with what I'm trying to do here with this blog.
What you see below is a dozen eggs (poetically, also a gift from a mobile food pantry I volunteered with a little bit ago. I won't tell you how long, because you'll probably judge me for eating them), two onions and a pepper (from the garden), and two questionable potatoes I dug out of the recesses of the fridge (please see prior parenthetical comments above)
This was halfway through the cooking, because I lacked the foresight and/or patience to take any pictures further along in the process. It ended up too thin to flip, especially given my gracelessness with a spatula, so I finished it in the oven and was rewarded with this:
I ended up throwing a ludicrous amount of velveeta cheese over the top, because despite my burgeoning sentimentality I still don't really like eggs all that much, then plopping the whole deal on toast and covering it with sriracha. I've gotten two meals out of it already with a third still in the fridge, plus my mom had some the first night. Not a bad deal considering how often all of these ingredients might ordinarily end up in the trash.*
I should mention that the same night I made the frittata I also dealt with the corn. Specifically, I grabbed an ear from the fridge like a wild animal, shucked it, and ate it uncooked while standing over the kitchen counter. This is what happens to people like me when we do silly things like eat yogurt for lunch.
*It feels risky to admit here that I DON'T EVEN COMPOST. Can you BE a food blogger and not compost? Is that allowed???
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