It’s a terrible dilemma, isn’t it? Breakfast? Or burgers? Breakfast? Or burgers? Well, who says it has to be one or the other? I say, have both.
I’m all very in to combinations this week. On Sunday, a few friends and I had dinner at El Barzon in Detroit. If you’ve never been there, it’s a fine dining restaurant in off Michigan Ave that serves Mexican…and Italian. Mexican and Italian. Mexitalian. If that isn’t just a brilliant idea, I don’t know what is. Why choose between tacos or lasagna? Have both. This is America, damnit, the land of opportunity…to have both tortilla chips and salsa and gnocchi in the same meal. Apparently. Continue reading
This is it. The very last Sunday spent in my apartment. Might as well celebrate it eggcellently (snicker).
Shortly before Christmas, my grandmother gave me a cast-iron skillet. Gorgeous one, too, with nice high sides. I have no idea how old it is but judging by the facts that it had been laying in the back of a cupboard, she couldn’t quite remember how she got it it and that the average age of items in her home is 53, I’m going to assume it’s probably about as old as me. But it’s nice high sides, ability to maintain a constant high heat and ease of going between the stove and the oven made it perfect for this morning’s potato and spinach frittata.
I’ve made frittatas before but I just want to reiterate how fantastic they are. You can put anything into one, they’re fast and easy to make, very filling, easy to expand for as many people as you like and best of all, easily done in one pan. Continue reading