An Easy Peasy Dinner

If you follow by blog you know

C and I have been sick for too long.

The last thing I feel like doing is cooking.

I don't even want to cook when I'm well.

But everyone was sick of fast food.

Supplies in the house had dwindled,

but I needed to find something easy and different.

I propped myself up in bed and flipped through the net,

not really expecting to find anything appealing.

Then I saw a photo of a Frittata.

Heard of the name, but never had one before.

Some of the ingredients wouldn't fly with the kids,

others I didn't have, some were on my do not eat list from my Doctor....but I figured I could tweak it to our liking.

I did and it was easy and it was cleaned up!

SCORE!

There, now can I go back to bed??

:)

Here's my version of

Egg and Cheese Frittata

2 handfuls of diced ham (leftover from Easter ;) )

12 eggs

3 cups cut up Broccoli (I used frozen)

2 garlic cloves, minced

2½ tablespoons grated Parmesan

1 cup grated Mozzarella 

¼ teaspoon black ground pepper

1 tablespoon olive oil

Instructions:

Preheat oven to 425° F.

In a 9- to 12-inch oven-safe sauté pan (or iron skillet) over medium-high heat, cook the broccoli in olive oil until soft and very lightly browned, about 5-8 minutes. Add garlic and sauté another 2-3 minutes.

Meanwhile, whisk eggs with the Parmesan, Mozzarella, ham, and pepper; set aside.

After broccoli/garlic is soft and cooked through, add egg/cheese mixture and let cook for 30 seconds over high heat. Transfer the pan to the heated oven and let the frittata cook until the eggs are just set. Should be about 25 to 30 minutes. Remove the pan from the oven and then turn the frittata out with a rubber spatula onto a serving plate.

Cut it like a pie and serve it up.

Protein, veggies, dairy ~

my new go to leftovers meal

;)

One Proud Mama!!!!

B has won The High Performance Award

in his department at Rabobank!

It's about time he is recognized for all the hard work,

long hours and traveling he does for them.

Not only does he finally receive recognition,

this beautiful award, but also an ALL EXPENSE PAID 

week in Cabo San Lucas for He and Tanya!!!

And guess who gets to babysit for that lovely week?

ME!!

Fun times ahead for all!!

 XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

A Dance Party, Shower and Raccoons - What do They Have in Common?

By now you all have probably think I've fallen off the face of the Earth, I assure you I haven't!

I'm still hanging around, just May and June

are tremendously busy months for us!

I'm happy to report Cody is doing extremely well with his surgical recovery.  Another week and his throat should be done healing.

His nose will need probably another 2 - 3 weeks.

He no longer has labored breathing, but sounds normal now,

which means you can't hear him breathing when he's at rest.

His snoring is SO quiet it's unbelievable!

So to say his surgery was a success is an understatement!

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We had a wonderful Mother's Day/Birthday Celebration

with B&T  along with T's family.

A Dance Party with My Sunshine was the highlight!

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Then there was Amanda's Bridal Shower (my cousin's fiancée)!

We had wine tasting at Tenuta Vineyards in Livermore.

YUM!

We had a designated driver, thanks Tanya!!

My favorite daughter-in-law ;)

We all had fun grading the wines with and

without their pairings.

What a difference. I've never had pairings when I've gone wine tasting before. Depending on the wine there were different flavors of cheeses, olives, and fruit. I was surprised how different the wine tasted after eating what they were served with.

Very interesting.

Some tasted better, then again, some didn't.

These two face's tell the story. LOL

I hadn't been out to that part of Livermore for quite some time (many, many years). VA Hospital was about it out that direction. Good thing we had directions - I recognized NOTHING!

Yes, things have changed, Vineyards have popped up all over. Enjoyed the beautiful scenery all the way there,

and Tenuta was no exception.

Everything was beautiful.....

including the Bride to be!

The haul ;)

Lunch was delicious and then came the desserts!

I was only able to get photos of two of the kinds that were served.

Bride and Groom chocolate covered Strawberries

Darling...to die for!

 Cupcakes with Wedding Ring toppers!

Too cute!

 Everyone had a good time.

We walked away with our tummys stuffed,

felling pretty darn good.

Wishing Chris and Amanda all the

Best Wishes in the world!

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The Raccoons are back.

I think they are using our roof and trees as their highway.

When Tora goes out she holds her head up in the air to catch their scent, not down on the ground. Then she jumps on an old wheel barrow I have planted with Strawberries under the Cherry Tree to get higher. We're locking the dogs and cats in at night. Don't want anyone to get injured from those nasty things, like poor Cyndar.

We have a plan in place, but we need to be home in the morning when/if it works. We've been bombarded with Doctor appointments lately, so we haven't had to put it in motion.....yet.

They're time is coming....

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I've been busy working on several projects also.

That will be for another day.

This post has already gotten a bit long and

I need to head out for a smog check.

Busy, busy, I tell ya!

Wishing everyone a great day!!

BTW, A Dance Party, Shower and

Raccoons all have one thing in common.

Keeping this Grammy on her toes!!

Happy Birthday to My Baby Boy!!!!

You are the best birthday present I ever received!

~ The baby of the family~

~In Alaska~

You were a smart little guy -

throwing your bottle out the door so

Whitley would retrieve it for you!

Always a happy little guy,

even when you had to wear glasses

at such a young age.

You have such a quick whit and

 usually keep us in stitches!

You've grown up too fast

  my fantastic Seafood Chef

I am so PROUD of the man you have become ♥

and honored to call you my Son!

I love you with all my being! 

Happy Birthday Cody!

Happy Birthday to us!!

We've made it through another year.

Especially you with all your surgeries.

This last one was the worst.

I know you're still in the recovery period and

will be for some time, but am so glad it was successful.

It had to be ~ to go through all that pain.

You are so brave!

Happy Mother's Day!

To all you Mothers and Grandmothers ~

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's alright honey, Mommy's here."

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

 This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. And for the mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that they will never get to watch grow on earth but one day will be reunited with in Heaven!

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

This is for all the mothers we miss.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...

And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.

For all of us.

Hang in there

In the end we can only do the best we can.

Tell them every day that we love them.

And pray.

When given freely the greatest gift to give or receive is "LOVE"

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

I love Lilacs!!

Their scent carries all worries and cares away

and brings back childhood memories.

Mom would pick a bouquet

and place it upon the kitchen table.

Each time you entered the fragrance embraced you.

I love this poem....

The Lilacs Mother Planted

I listened by the doorstep as the evening shadows

fell, 

While from the distance floated the faint tinklings

of a bell,

The night hawk circled overhead then dropped

straight down below,

The same as when I first lived there, in childhood,

long ago.

The trees have grown much taller in the yard

where once I played,

And now looked so majestic in their summer robes

arrayed;

And near the walk the lilacs flung their fragrance

to the air

The lilacs that my darling mother planted for us

there.

Ah, yes, what tender memories are forced on us

again,

Who leave our home in boyhood days and then

return grown men;

To seek again the playgrounds which in youth

we loved so well,

The shade beneath the apple tree, the old pump

at the well,

The woodpile, and the cellar door, the dear old

blacksmith shop,

The granary that held the corn with martin box

on top.

But dearer than the playgrounds was the perfume

in the air,

From those dear lilac bushes that my mother

planted there.

Oh, sweet and fragrant lilac, the one she loved so

well,

Thy fragrance brings to memory sad thoughts I

cannot tell;

Sweet lullabies of childhood sung at the evening

rest,

By mother clasping closely the one she loved the

best.

A voice that gently whispered sweet words of

love to me,

A face so kind and gentle, a heart with love so free;

Still yet my heart throbs feel them, still yet I see

them there,

When lilacs that she planted with fragrance fill

the air.

__Ed Blair.

My lilacs are blooming proudly

Once when I lived in Miami

I received a package from Fed Ex

it had been overnighted

when I opened it

I couldn't believe my eyes

or nose

Mom had picked the most gorgeous bouquet

of Lilacs from her garden

and sent them to me

I couldn't stop crying

she had touched my heart once again
the color
I'll never ever forget....

Happy Mother's Day Mom

I l♥ve and miss you soooo much!