When the Listen to Your Mother videos are released later this summer, I will be able to share with you my reading, “My First Mother’s Day” in which I write about that day of epic folly and historic disaster.
Yesterday was my second Mother’s Day, and I made out a-okay, I would have to say. My request was breakfast in bed, which I got at 8:30am, complete with Starbucks. Gold stars to T and let me reiterate–8:30am people–that is like single person early waking hours but a luxurious lie-in to a toddler mother. I proceeded to not get out of bed until 9:30am. It was divine. And that is literally all there is to report about my second Mother’s Day.
Now. I recently purchased a big old pot of basil at Trader Joe’s for four dollars. I wouldn’t say Trader Joe’s is really the place to buy anything fresh and I kind of suspect the basil plant is the cause of some new insects in the kitchen but I digress.
I couldn’t resist such a big pot of basil and at that price but I had no plan for it. Until I remembered and somehow found the photocopy from my mother of The Loaves and Fishes recipe for “Fresh Basil Frittata” by Anna Pump.
Ironically, Mrs. Pump’s obituary was published on OJ’s first birthday. I feel like I ate her basil frittata every morning of my maternity leave. And I probably haven’t had it since. BUT. Previously baked and frozen, I could pop a serving into the toaster and voila I had a warm breakfast of eggs without dirtying a pot or pan that I could eat while feeding OJ first thing in the morning. I know. Super glam–feeding myself and the baby at the same damn time. It’s not pretty, people. It is not pretty. Nothing about those early days is pretty.
This dish is not for the gluten-free, dairy-free or faint of heart. All of that said, you know it has to be damn delicious. And that it probably contributed to postpartum weight gain. Which was not. a. concern. in those early, hellacious days of first becoming a mother. Damn delicious was all that was good.
So today, on the day after my second Mother’s Day (and the day we went for OJ’s 18-month checkup even though today he is 19 months old), this is in the oven right now and making all the smells.
Should you decide to make this, a word to the wise: gruyere. To me, this cheese is magical and suggest purchasing a little lagniappe for the sous chef because I find it impossible to not have a bite (or three).
UPDATE 05/10/16: Lately, I’ve had a cooking show on in the background during the afternoon. Unfortunately, between what is updated in our bootleg links and what happens to be on the Food Network accessed via the good old parent’s DirecTV account, that has meant more episodes of The Pioneer Woman that I can face. So I went on a mission this afternoon to find episodes of The Barefoot Contessa. Perhaps she was on my mind after yesterday’s post about The Loaves and Fishes. The sad reality is that here in Texas, I am probably more in Pioneer Woman territory than the ladies from the Hamptons (even in Alamo Heights).
I was disappointed to find that none of our standard bootleg link providers actually have any episodes from “the early years” (2002-2008) or “the later years” (2008-present), and the bloody Food Network doesn’t have full episodes posted, only videos that are less than a minute, and I can’t deal with that. But I did find a bunch of episodes on good old YouTube.
In one episode called “Big Breakfast” from season ONE, she makes a slew of food for breakfast. Her lineup: Orange Yogurt with Homemade Granola, Raisin Scones with Raspberry Butter, and coffee that’s “so good” (yes, she shows you how to make COFFEE–she really flaunted the arrogance in “the early years”) and the cornerstone of this palooza, her Potato Basil Frittata. People. It’s the same damn thing as the “Fresh Basil Frittata” but with potatoes (which obviously makes it infinitely better, so say this Irish lady). Here’s the kicker: INA GARTEN HERSELF said about the frittata, “okay so it’s decadent but I’m not saying you should eat it every day.” Well shit.