For those nights when you can’t get enough cheese… when you want to use as few pans as possible… when you want leftovers you can eat for a week – this meal is for those nights!
Easy Cheesy Frittata
- 1 large head of broccoli, cut into bite-sized pieces
- 1 large onion, chopped into small pieces
- 2 whole eggs, beat
- 8 egg whites
- 2 cups cheese (I used a 4 cheese “Mediterranean” blend of sharp Provolone, feta, Kasseri, and Romano)
- 2 cloves garlic, chopped
- 10 cherry tomatoes, halved, or two large tomatoes, cut into bite-sized pieces
- Olive oil
- Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
- Caramelize the onions in a small frying pan, cooking over medium heat with olive oil until golden. Remove from pan and set aside in large bowl.
- Sauté the broccoli in a pan with water until it’s lightly steamed. Add chopped garlic and cook until easily cut with a fork. Add to the bowl with onions.
- Beat the eggs and cheese together, add to the bowl with cooked veggies and chopped tomatoes. Mix together and transfer to large baking dish.
- Cook for 25-30 mins or until cheese is melted and eggs are set. Let sit for 5 minutes before serving.
Great for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and everything in between!
I’m a tidy person (as long as you don’t ask my coworkers). I take good care of my space and I like getting down and dirty now and then, with the reward of a sparkling house to show for my work.
But since I’ve started living in my current apartment, I never had time to really take on my chores the way they deserved. There was always something else I needed – or really wanted! – to do. Going to the gym, trivia with my friends, getting some great project knocked out at work, catching up with my family – there are a million ways I can think of spending a few hours, and they all kept winning over cleaning.
Then I read this amazing book: Happy Money, by Elizabeth Dunn and Michael Norton. I heard Michael speak at the Boston Book Fest, bought the book on the spot, and think it’s the best purchase I ever made. Until this week.
Because this week, I finally got a house cleaner. And now, I’m never looking back.
Coming home and seeing that my stove really CAN get clean, looking at our shiny mirrors and smudge-free floors, kicking off the month with a squeaky-clean start – it made me realize how much I had resigned myself to just be constantly a little bit unhappy with our apartment, our home. I thought that somehow, if I couldn’t make this work on my own, I deserved to not be satisfied. But after reading Happy Money, I realized that this simply isn’t true – not when I could spend a few bucks to have some help. Now, I don’t just have a cleaner house – I have more time to do the things I care about (who would have thought you could buy time! These authors did!), and I have a house that I want to welcome people into 10x more than before. And I plan to do just that.
And if it gets dirty again because my friends and I have some fun? The cleaners are coming back next month, and we can start fresh – together – once more.
Sometimes you don’t know what you really want until it’s right in front of you.
The minute I got to San Francisco, I knew: I couldn’t leave this city until I hugged a redwood tree.
Sure, the delicious dumplings were also noteworthy, as were drinks with friends I see hardly ever, and getting to hang out with my ridiculous west coast colleagues. But there was a redwood-sized hole in my heart that only a hug could fix.
So on Saturday, Dan (my high school prom date), Steven (his fiancé), and I headed out into the Muir Woods for a redwood adventure. If you’re in the area, do not miss this park – it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. The trees were so enormous and so different from the pines and oaks back in New England. The canopy above looked like a caricature of itself, with small pinwheeled branches reaching toward the sun.
And even without going off the path, I got to hug and climb inside not one but half a dozen redwoods, having my own Ferngully moment of appreciating these trees that are older than everyone I know, older than most of the states in the union, and still reaching toward the sky all the same.
Hugging a redwood for the first time! (with Dan peeking over my shoulder)
My walking buddies, Steven and Dan
Redwood canopy, as seen by a short human
Achievement unlocked – now on to the next goal!
I love a good health trend. From novelty races like the Color Run to switching to agave instead of honey in my tea, I find that while health and exercise trends might not actually make a huge difference in my life, it’s fun to change things around now and then to keep myself energized.
So I was ready to love crossfit – to have some reason to shell out $200 a month for a new gym, to make some new friends, to stretch some new muscles.
And I hated it.
I write this from the morning after a free crossfit demo in Boston’s Back Bay, courtesy of City Sports. I can’t move most of my body, so I guess that’s supposed to mean that I had a good workout. But really, it just makes me mad.
Mad that during the hour-long session, we got lectured for half the time about how crossfit is going to help us with all aspects of our life, like “reaching for flour at work” (are we all bakers??)… something I can’t even do in my soreness. Mad that it was marketed as being about your own strength, your own 100%… but the rest of your team isn’t allowed to go on until you finish those burpees. Mad that when the small medicine balls ran out, we had to use one that was double the size, and just deal with it. Mad that when I asked for an adjustment because my hip flexor was killing me, the trainer said “There’s really no substitution… I guess you could do push-ups if you really needed to,” implying that instead I should just tough through it. And REALLY mad that after an exercise session that was supposed to be about working brand new muscles, we were given zero minutes to stretch after – no instruction, no finale, no warning about how important it is to properly cool down these new muscles, just “Don’t forget to check our onboarding program!”
That was your chance to wow me, crossfit, and you blew it. I’m going back to Zumba, boot camp in the park, and 5ks where costumes are required – at least they don’t hurt me.
This weekend, I brought some magic back into my life courtesy of “Cinderella” on Broadway. From row G (thanks TKTS!), I got to celebrate the rags-to-riches musical with a bit of a feminist and “Occupy” twist. I would have loved to see even more agency from Cinderella – she takes her shoe when it falls off the first time, then carefully places it on the step when she actually wants the prince to find her, but at the same time she hands the politics book to the men to read instead of just telling them what to do (if you want to show the people you’re listening, establish a democracy).
Still, the costumes and the drama and the joy of finding something that fits – whether it’s a leadership role, a revolution, or a perfect glass slipper – stuck with me long after the final waltz ended.
Here’s one of the best songs from the show, the Brandy TV version. I dare you not to have this stuck in your head all day!
I love politics (though not when people can’t get over their petty stuff and insist on standing in the way of progress just for the sake of being jerks…). Still, even a shutdown can’t stop my excitement for the upcoming Massachusetts special election to fill Senator Ed Markey’s seat, especially because:
- One of the great guys running is a real progressive who has stood up for women, equality, and justice his whole short life
- He’s also married one of my good friends over the weekend (and threw one hell of a wedding!)
- He has the cutest, most honest and endearing campaign ads ever
He may look like he’s running for class president, but he’s the real deal – Carl Sciortino is going to be great for our Commonwealth and our country. Vote for him on October 15!