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Kitchen Confessions

We all know that in this era of social media, it's easy to hide behind a façade of perfection. The pictures of the mom rocking her yoga pants and coordinated oversized sweatshirt saying "Too Blessed for this Mess" with well-groomed toddlers in tow and a latte in the other hand - while trying to portray the image of "messiness", we know this is staged. I'm well past toddler-raising and I'm still barely holding it together! My sweatshirt should read "Blessed that my kid has on pants" or "Hallelujah! I was almost on time because the pigs stayed in - mostly". This is my "real deal" and I'm guessing you have these same feelings.

One morning I was making a frittata and taking photos when I realized that there are a whole bunch of "real deals" behind the photos even I put on social media and I thought it might be fun to give you the frittata recipe along with a dip into the waters of our real life. So here goes....

Confession #1: We don't eat the "good stuff" at our house. When we eat steak, we eat the small steaks or the odd ball packages. We like to call it a "mixed grill", but it's really just odds and ends. We live on blown-out brat nubs, cheese curds that are close to expiration and cracked eggs. Yup - we eat the eggs with the wrinkled shells or the cracks. They're totally fine, just not pretty enough to sell. So when our collection of cracked eggs gets too big, it's time for a Frittata. I also had a weird quarter pound bag of chorizo, so it seemed like a great day to make a Southwest Frittata.

Confession #2: My resident Poultry Files dude hates eggs. Jack is not a fan. He'll eat them scrambled without things in them, but it's a hard sell when I pull out a frittata, which is a double whammy because he also isn't a veggie fan. The kid who wants to plant an epic garden and has $400 in plants picked out from 5 different seed catalogs doesn't like vegetables. So mix a veggie in an egg, and you can figure out what my kitchen sounds like.

Confession #3: I'm cheap. I come from a long line of tightwads and I have lived up to my heritage. My grandparents survived the Depression and it showed. They had the veritable grocery store for a pantry which was loaded with toilet paper, canned goods like pineapple and mandarin oranges, boxed items like puddings and gelatin. You could make any Jello salad you could dream up from their pantry! My grandfather would write the purchase date on each item with permanent marker and they would put the newer items at the back of the shelf after they shopped. They bought on sale and used coupons. So did my mom. We would go to 3 different grocery stores to take advantage of coupons and sale prices. I'm not quite this bad, but I definitely try to use everything that I can, even when it's on the edge of questionable. So into this particular frittata, I added the green onions that were past their prime, an old yet edible red pepper and some spinach that was close to being ready for the chickens. It was all still good, just not at its peak, shall we say.