I love making frittatas. It's so simple, healthy and impressive looking!
Today Frittattas of the Day has sauteed mushrooms, potatoes, onion, garlic, butternut squash and kale. I just through them in the skillet with a bit of olive oil. Everything was leftover except for the mushrooms, so it only took a few minutes to warm everything up. Then I whisked 5 eggs with some almond milk and poured it in the skillet, and topped it off with some shredded mozzarella cheese. I cooked it until it firmed up - about 7 minutes. Then I put the skillet in the oven and broiled it until the top was golden brown.
It slices up nicely, like a quiche!
Happy tummy!
I am determined to have a happy day. This cloud of doom and negativity that has been with me is eating into my soul. I am grieving the loss of innocent life. I am worried about my family and the future of our world. But in the meantime I have a life to live.
I am attempting to limit my online time, especially Facebook. I had a timer set for 20 minutes this morning. I changed it to 25, lol. But that is it for now!
Last night was so cold and windy coming home from teaching. My umbrella went inside out and broke in the harsh wind. I tossed it in a trash can and stopped at Fred Meyer's. I bought four more pairs of gloves for any cold people I should meet. Their umbrella supply was very low, but I was so happy to find a clear plastic "bubble" umbrella with bright polka dots! I had one like this when I was a kid. I didn't know they still made them. I'll try to get a picture later.
As I waited for the bus, an older gentleman came and sat on the bench in the covered bus stop. He smiled at me. He had no cap, and hardly any hair to cover his cold, wet head. His hands were bare and his coat was old and ragged. I greeted him and talked about the weather. Then I said, "Your hands look so cold. I have an extra pair of gloves. Would you like them?" His face lit up and he chose a bright purple pair.
"God bless you, my dear" he said over and over again. And then he patted me on the shoulder as the bus came and walked off into the night. I am guessing he was homeless and was just seeking cover from the rain.
I spoke to another woman earlier, who told me she was homeless for twelve years in Portland, but finally has gotten back on her feet again. She said on days like this, she would stop by the Belmont Library (my hangout!) and go into the bathroom. She said the hand dryer put out so much heat, she would just stand under it to dry herself off and get warm.
My heart is expanding with compassion like the Grinch in the last scene of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas!"
To be able to put a smile on a face of someone who is struggling, to look at them, acknowledge them and validate them as people. This is what brings me peace.
Happy Tuesday!
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