Spinach and Goat Cheese Frittata

A while back I was craving spinach...thought I'd make a spinach omelet..at first.
I decided to throw in a few cooked red sliced potatoes
and then I had some wonderful Point Reyes goat cheese...added, flipped and threw in the oven
It was so very good....light, fluffy...perfecto. A nice bkfst for several days. Great cold!
Spinach and goat cheese frittata

I was on a roll-Holishke's 101

I enjoy starting at the end!

Right out of the oven!
So we begin with organic lamb, beef, rice, etc.
Let's get ready to roll! The heavy ribs need alterations!
Ready, set, go!
All tucked in.
Some of the ingredients..just waiting to be used. I like to end at the beginning.

Perestroika ....It's for Dinner!

I saw the word "Perestroika" and felt it...blushing, red-faced, sweating! I recall my most humiliating moment:

I was in college...began at age 35. I went full-time, worked full-time (all night at a children's home) and was responsible for my two teen boys. Needless to say, I did not watch tv or read the newspaper. Seriously..for several years.

My 4th year in..I got a job that required me to leave Wichita for a 6 week internship. My professors allowed me to send my work in...and this was pre-computer time. Not many people had one then....1989.

So, I get home and actually go to class. I was exhausted..my brain was fuzzy at best. It was a night class called "World Peace". It was in one of those classroom theatres..300 students, etc.

So the professor keeps going on about "Perestroika" this and Perestroika that. I fade in and out. Finally...I raise my little alligator-like arm and ask "what is perestroika?" You could have heard a pin drop. The professor stands there with his mouth gaping like a bat cave...all of the students around me just stare at me...as if they were looking at Elephant Man. I then say, "I've been out of town." Suddenly, the room erupts in laughter. I mean, it was thundering... followed by applause. The stares turned into looks of admiration. The professor went on with his lecture and I kept my mouth shut.

After class...several students came up and slapped me on the back.."that was a good one!" I just smiled and thanked them...pretending to be smug.

I slithered home and called a friend to ask what perestroika was! I'll never forget it as long as I live. I try to keep up with what is going on in the world. I would like to have it for dinner tonight. I imagine it to be a goulashy dish.