All day I have been thinking of the sausage bake. So at midnight I went out to the kitchen and made a big pan for a frittata. Potatoes, onions, garlic, and cut up sausage. I wish I had some broccoli on hand I would have tossed some of that in. Beat up five eggs, tossed it in with the whole thing, and then browned the top under the broiler. By the time I had everything prepped and cooked, it was quite late. The Pirate and I each had a small piece. I put the rest in the fridge. I woke up later and went out into the kitchen to get a cold glass of water from the fridge. I looked at the frittata and there was just enough for two small helpings. Evidently it must have been good. Or The Pirate was testing it to make sure while I was sleeping.
There were three large potatoes, one very large Vidalia onion, four small cloves of garlic, and two Italian and four breakfast sausages cut up into small pieces. Add five eggs to all of that. That should have been enough us to eat tonight and also for lunch tomorrow. I don't know how I managed it, but it was perfectly seasoned. So what the heck can I make tomorrow. Will have to scour the cupboard. Tomorrow will be a mystery meal.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"