My little problem with my arm has curtailed much of my
My daughter, however, concocted a brilliant
fritatta for brunch yesterday, full of sausage, peppers, and cheese,
a symphony for the tastebuds.
I only wish we had taken a picture of it so I could squeeze a post out of it!
I have to admit: it was my first taste of a fritatta.
I am of the age of omelettes which is not at all the same thing, I learned.
Potayto, potahto-half the pleasure of it was having someone else cook for a change.
I've had enough of a vacation from the kitchen, though.
I'm ready to BAKE again.
My cookie sheets--they call to me.