A beautiful week with family was coming to an end. Jeremy's grand parents and cousin who had travelled from Jamaica were going home. We had spent the week celebrating Jeremy's accomplishment. We lymed, chatted, lazed and we ate to our heart's content.
I wanted to prepare a special breakfast for everyone and came up with the idea to make a Everything Frittata. I had no problems finding ingredients because there were several containers of left overs in the fridge. My mom would call that ‘contrivance’ the art of making something out of ‘nothing.’ When times were lean, she would use whatever leftover in the fridge or in the cupboard to create a dish. Some were great, and some were not!
We had potatoes and lots of it and used them to make home fries; There was baby bella mushrooms which we stir fried with garlic and bell peppers. Hidden in a small container was some pickled red onions which were left over from the Citrus Infused Goat Cheese Salad from the graduation party. Begging to be eaten was some delicious baked ham made by Grandma Yvonne and plenty of fresh spinach that needed to be used up. The only thing that we purchased were two types of cheese; pepper jack and cheddar and we picked some parsley and fresh thyme from the garden. Bruce, Jeremy’s dad visited a local farm nearby and provided the eggs that we needed; 18 in all. We were now ready to construct our Everything Frittata and Leighan, Jeremy’s sister decided to make her special banana bread (recipe to follow in a couple of weeks).
There were 13 of us in all and that everything frittata disappeared in seconds, no joke! It was heartwarming to see people enjoy my food, especially because it was made with so much love. When I cook, its akin to a mother caring for her child. The attention and detail that I put into each step of the dish is like a mother feeding her baby; she spoon feeds her, she wipes her hands and her mouth when she is finish eating and she cleans up after her. When she has digested her food and is happy and smiling, her work is done. When I see empty plates and happy smiling faces then I breathe sigh of relief and my work is done.
The most important part of the breakfast was Grandpa Kermit’s prayer before we ate. He spoke about Jeremy’s graduation and the friends and family who had gathered for his celebration. He said that everyone gathered here was family because the lines between friends and family was now blurred and we were essentially one. That really touched my heart and gave me goose pimples. We ate, we hugged and said our goodbyes until the next time.