Wednesday, October 08, 2008
The Righteous Earth-Dude Frittata
The following recipe submitted to Pat Obryan’s http://www.freedomcookbook.com/:
I am a righteous earth-dude, and like to forage the ingredients for my favorite dish, the “Righteous Earth-Dude Frittata.”
I live in the country, and ride my bicycle about a thousand miles a day because everything is really far apart in the country. I live near the border, and often begin my hunting-gathering day with a pre-dawn exchange of international goods and services. Sometimes this results in a confused state of mind and disrupts my normal routine, diverting me to McDonalds where I renew my righteous campaign for a bike-up window because I am serious after fruit pie and milkshake for breakfast.
Otherwise (and if not being pursued by opponents of international good will) the first stop is for potatoes. They grow them around here, and during harvest you can just stop by the fields they are digging and grab some that the machines have left behind. This is dirty, resembles work, and doesn’t work all year, but I have also discovered that not all spud sheds are locked.
Next is cheese. There’s a place here that makes a great one, and if you provide the cows with something to holler about, the farmer will leave a nice block sitting there for you while he checks them out.
Eggs are a different story. Chickens loudly object to fetus-thieves, so alacrity is the order of the day.
Onions are a must (see procedure for potatoes), and virtually any other handy vegetable can be included. By now you know what I mean by handy.
The mushroom farm on my route provides a great enhancement. Certain times of year here you can harvest wild mushrooms from the cow fields. I have done this, but my pickings never made it to the frittata and the resulting confusion of mind was orders of magnitude beyond that from my international conferences.
The philosophically controversial ingredient (as opponents correctly insist) is entirely unnecessary, and, as you will see, complicates life immensely. Nevertheless, some of us like meat in our frittata. If this means you, pay heed.
Kidnapping pigs is a tricky business, much too complicated to go into here. Supply your email address for your free comprehensive report: “Riding Two-Up: A Bicyclist’s Guide to Kidnapping Pigs.” You will discover in the report that even if you get them on the bike, they will never ever learn to lean into the curves.
It’s easier to teach them to fly. So that’s what I do, then give them my address and meet them at home.
Just so you know, by the time you are done with your free report, you will have the one-time-only opportunity to buy, at a ridiculous discount, the more advanced course: “Homing Pigs for Fun and Profit.”
OK. So. If you believe in miracles, you have made it home with your ingredients and are ready to prepare your “Righteous Earth-Dude Frittata:”
1. Dice and cook about three pounds potatoes any kind of way. If you’re doing the sausage thing (a pound or so), you can do that first and fry them in all that gross grease. Good time for the onion and maybe some garlic, too. All other vegetables etc. happen when appropriate.
2. Scramble a dozen eggs. Whatever spicing you want can go into them. I like tabasco, even fennel, whatever.
3. Mix the potatoes and all that other stuff in a baking dish, then pour the eggs on top. Poke around so it permeates.
4. Bake it all kind of slow for as long as it takes.
5. Put a bunch of cheese on top and broil.
If you’re a sap instead of a resourceful earth-dude like me, you have spent maybe six bucks and you have this massive gut-packer that you can cut into pieces for to nuke all week.
Finally, just like you, I’m trying to figure out what this has to do with RockWackers, and I’m coming up empty, too. ¶ 10/08/2008 10:02:00 PM
I am a righteous earth-dude, and like to forage the ingredients for my favorite dish, the “Righteous Earth-Dude Frittata.”
I live in the country, and ride my bicycle about a thousand miles a day because everything is really far apart in the country. I live near the border, and often begin my hunting-gathering day with a pre-dawn exchange of international goods and services. Sometimes this results in a confused state of mind and disrupts my normal routine, diverting me to McDonalds where I renew my righteous campaign for a bike-up window because I am serious after fruit pie and milkshake for breakfast.
Otherwise (and if not being pursued by opponents of international good will) the first stop is for potatoes. They grow them around here, and during harvest you can just stop by the fields they are digging and grab some that the machines have left behind. This is dirty, resembles work, and doesn’t work all year, but I have also discovered that not all spud sheds are locked.
Next is cheese. There’s a place here that makes a great one, and if you provide the cows with something to holler about, the farmer will leave a nice block sitting there for you while he checks them out.
Eggs are a different story. Chickens loudly object to fetus-thieves, so alacrity is the order of the day.
Onions are a must (see procedure for potatoes), and virtually any other handy vegetable can be included. By now you know what I mean by handy.
The mushroom farm on my route provides a great enhancement. Certain times of year here you can harvest wild mushrooms from the cow fields. I have done this, but my pickings never made it to the frittata and the resulting confusion of mind was orders of magnitude beyond that from my international conferences.
The philosophically controversial ingredient (as opponents correctly insist) is entirely unnecessary, and, as you will see, complicates life immensely. Nevertheless, some of us like meat in our frittata. If this means you, pay heed.
Kidnapping pigs is a tricky business, much too complicated to go into here. Supply your email address for your free comprehensive report: “Riding Two-Up: A Bicyclist’s Guide to Kidnapping Pigs.” You will discover in the report that even if you get them on the bike, they will never ever learn to lean into the curves.
It’s easier to teach them to fly. So that’s what I do, then give them my address and meet them at home.
Just so you know, by the time you are done with your free report, you will have the one-time-only opportunity to buy, at a ridiculous discount, the more advanced course: “Homing Pigs for Fun and Profit.”
OK. So. If you believe in miracles, you have made it home with your ingredients and are ready to prepare your “Righteous Earth-Dude Frittata:”
1. Dice and cook about three pounds potatoes any kind of way. If you’re doing the sausage thing (a pound or so), you can do that first and fry them in all that gross grease. Good time for the onion and maybe some garlic, too. All other vegetables etc. happen when appropriate.
2. Scramble a dozen eggs. Whatever spicing you want can go into them. I like tabasco, even fennel, whatever.
3. Mix the potatoes and all that other stuff in a baking dish, then pour the eggs on top. Poke around so it permeates.
4. Bake it all kind of slow for as long as it takes.
5. Put a bunch of cheese on top and broil.
If you’re a sap instead of a resourceful earth-dude like me, you have spent maybe six bucks and you have this massive gut-packer that you can cut into pieces for to nuke all week.
Finally, just like you, I’m trying to figure out what this has to do with RockWackers, and I’m coming up empty, too. ¶ 10/08/2008 10:02:00 PM
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