I started a new temp job today . . . I am a glorified envelope-stuffer. It's boring and repetitive, but pays much better than working in the store, which I will continue to do, and, bizarrely, this company I work for has cable TV in the breakroom. Since I get two 15 minute paid breaks and one half-hour lunch per day, those little Food Network hits might be just enough to keep me going through my day! This afternoon, I watched Giada make a "pizza rustica," but I didn't get to see it come out of the oven. Fifteen minutes is only so long.
Anyhow, enough complaining.
Ravenously hungry when I arrived home this evening . . . wanted something quick for dinner . . . eggs sounded good, but poached eggs and toast just wasn't going to fit the bill tonight! I had some red bell pepper that needed to be used up, and I went searching for a can of artichokes . . . no luck. Then, I went searching for frozen broccoli . . . no luck . . . but I found frozen peas! I concocted an onion, red pepper, and pea frittata, topped with freshly grated parmesan cheese, and served it alongside a slice of no-knead bread, toasted, with Earth Balance and a local, raw honey. (Even though it's snowing today, allergy season is right around the corner, I swear!) Sometimes, I impress even myself:
Mountain of dishes (from the past week or so,) awaiting me in the kitchen . . . calling my name . . . must go!