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fattributes · 22 days
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Asparagus and Feta Frittata
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bufomancer · 3 months
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The widdle babies are getting so big. These babies are from an unexpected litter surrendered to Tiny Whiskers Animal Rescue in Minnesota. They will be available for adoption in about two weeks.
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idontknowreallywhy · 7 months
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Got myself in a cycle of stress editing / rewriting particular piece which will not go the way I want. So I abandoned it for now and challenged myself to just write a one-off scene that has lived in my head for a long time with no going back and editing or adjusting but just a linear splurge of words and silliness.
It’s entirely ridiculous but here it is anyway (with an affectionate nudge to @crunchyluigi @obeyweegee214 @galaxytransman)
It’s a Secret No-One Knows
6pm on Tracy island and all was quiet as Scott made his way up the stairs into the lounge.
Virgil, Gordon and Alan were still in the air on the way back from a tricky mine rescue in Northern Europe. He was grateful that success had been confirmed on comms as he’d been on the point of ignoring John’s pointed comments about flight hours and heading north.
He’d have been there with them of course if, when the call came in, he and One hadn’t already been plucking panicking, inexperienced climbers off of one of his favourite crags in the Blue Mountains. His nimble ship was always the most suited to such environments and frankly he could have done it in his sleep.
Oh, but it was such a waste of his time and fuel! Enough awful disasters happened around the world every day without people putting themselves into danger because they were more focussed on researching what shots they wanted for their vlog than on the rating of the climb they were undertaking. The names the Aussies had assigned to each route didn’t exactly help - the latest gaggle of idiots had got half way up “Does my Bum Look Big On This?” wearing entirely inappropriate shorts for the weather and got themselves tangled in each others’ safety lines while trying to take selfies from a distinctly unorthodox angle. It had taken every last ounce of self-restraint he had not to accidentally drop their phones into the ravine.
And the next one to use the word ‘gnarly’ was going to experience an Incident with the passenger loading bay door.
Over the ocean.
At Mach 19.
When had young people got so ridiculous?
And when had he stopped being one? He sighed and dragged his hands down his face. Damn, he really was getting old and grumpy.
And probably hangry, now he thought about it. Well that was fixable even if the inexorable march towards irrelevant middle age was not. He made a beeline for the fridge and found himself uninspired by the array of pre-prepared high calorie low effort snacks they usually favoured post mission. He craved something… nutritious…
Ignoring the imagined old-man mockery of the younger brothers who resided in his brain, he pulled out every fresh ingredient they had in stock: Eggs, bacon, sausages, three types of cheese, peppers, spring onions, basil… ah Ha! He knew exactly what this was going to be. A quick rummage in the larder turned up a bag of potatoes and he hefted it over his shoulder, flicking the switch on grandma’s ancient radio as he went past.
Ooh, ‘Happy 90s Hour’ was starting. One of his guilty pleasures as a teenager in the early 50s…
The repetitive peeling and dicing task combined with the irrepressibly cheery pop bangers slowly eased the knot of grouchiness in his chest. By the time he scooped the mountain of potato cubes into the dustbin-lid sized frying pan he was singing along with both halves of the Barbie Girl duet. A pleasing sizzling ensued and he grinned to himself. This was going to be epic. A little prodding with the spatula to cook them evenly then he turned the heat down and did a little slide sideways to fetch the meat and a shuffle and a hop back to add them to the pan.
As John popped up on the kitchen comm, his big brother was too busy volta-ing through the kitchen with a cheese grater to notice. Because you can’t just walk across a room when Ricky Martin is playing. John’s quizzical single eyebrow was rapidly joined by its twin as he spotted the pan on the stove… he cut the connection and leapt into the elevator, sending a message to Virgil to put his proverbial foot down.
Frittata Night was not to be trifled with.
And so it was that all four younger brothers took the elevator up from the hangar together and arrived in a state of some excitement for the culinary experience that awaited them.
As the door opened however Virgil threw out his arms to prevent them piling out. The chatter stopped immediately as they peered round the wall of brother to spy their eldest dancing to and fro at the stove and belting out the words to some ancient pop song:
So hold on to the ones who care
In the end they’ll be the only ones there
When you get old and start losing your hair
Can you tell me who will still caaaaare?
As the chorus dropped so did the jaws of Alan and Gordon for who knew their biggest brother could move his hips like that? And why was he waving the spatula that way? Alan looked wide eyed to John and pointed with a shaking hand as if to ensure his space brother was seeing the same thing he was. John, didn’t acknowledge him, instead staring straight ahead, tapping a finger on the doorframe in time with the beat. Gordon turned to Virgil unable to verbalise beyond “bu.. bu… bu…” only to find his tank of a brother smiling broadly and… his jaw dislocated further… also swaying his hips in time.
Then he was gone.
… And so was John!
Both of them jigging across the floor to join their brother in an honest to goodness dance routine while the three of them sang nonsense words. Alan lost control of his knees and collapsed cross-legged to the floor. Gordon desperately tried to grab his phone to record the moment but fumbled and dropped it down the back of the couch. And then it was over.
And there was frittata.
And if the Tinies were unusually quiet during the meal, the elder three didn’t notice as each treasured the memories of their little dance trio ‘performing’ for their biggest fan. While eating her signature dish.
Fin.
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You want the dance routine? Course not… but here is is anyway (Scott starts singing at about 0:40, chorus and excellent hip action kick in at about 0:52)
Edit to add: Weirdly specific note because the precise image is apparently super important to me (clearly been sucked in by the child watching Strictly) and because I forgot there are two types of Volta… this is the move I mean - the samba one (skip to 1:44 of the video and it’s just a few seconds).
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morethansalad · 7 months
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How to Create a Plant-Based Brunch Board
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lonelyquadsquad · 5 months
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Happy Monday look at my cat admiring a frittata
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Potato Leek Vegan Frittata
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pointless-letters · 4 months
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Ending 2023 on a real thrill ride. BRACE YOURSELVES.
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pizzaitaliananelmondo · 3 months
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Girare la frittata al momento giusto 🔥😋🇮🇪
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vegan-nom-noms · 1 year
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Vegan Frittata Egg Muffins (High Protein & Gluten Free)
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fattributes · 2 years
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Asparagus, Leek and Ricotta Frittata with Pesto
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imagineannemorgan · 25 days
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Easter cooking. Pot roast lamb with potatoes, pumpkin, and sweet potato with homemade gravy cooked on the new fireplace set up, cafe latte with Easter bunny coffee art, bacon, and egg roll and a vegetable frittata.
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lulu-the-warden · 2 years
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(I will respond to messages and rp's, I'm just tired from work. Until then, enjoy warden frittata time)
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thestarvingchef · 9 months
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Hi! Did I see you mention in an ask that you're Australian? If so, what's your fave thing to cook in the middle of summer when it's so hot and you don't even want to be near a stove (or at least I don't!)? Good luck with the blog :3
Hey! Thanks for the ask!
I am an Aussie very observant I didn’t even realise I mentioned it.
During summer I like lots of fresh relaxing stuff, I feel pretty bloated and sick when it gets to hot so I often opt for things like the fig and peach salad I posted (amazing meal) I also during those times eat a lot more couscous, hummus and carrot, light flavourful snacks like that. I also like waking up a little earlier and making a simple quiche or frittata, just crack eggs mix with milk salt and pepper and whatever veg you’ve got, chuck in a lined tray and bake. Perfect cold with salad or warm with breakfast, add a little avo or some toast and you’ve got a solid meal!
Thanks a tonne for the good luck wishes! Feel free to hang around I don’t bite. (Well… Not often)
Feel free to ask me anything anytime
Cheers
Tay!
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morethansalad · 1 month
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Vegan Kookoo Subzamini Muffins (Persian "Egg" and Potato Muffins)
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kckatie · 1 month
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Zucchini-Pancetta Frittata
Another episode of Goth Girl Can Cook, Zucchini-Pancetta Frittata edition. This had the advantage of using up some leftover pancetta, and some leftover cream cheese. I should have baked it in the carbon steel pan, and it would have been a bit thicker, but I just cooked it for less time. It wasn't as browned on top as it should have been, though
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Vegan Frittata
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