This is the second recipe I made from The Wimpy Vegetarian for Secret Recipe Club. I had leeks. I had leeks for the braised sausage that we usually make. I wanted needed to make something with the rest of the leeks before they went bad. No. They weren’t that old.
*insert real life snippet* Feel free to skip down to the recipe. This has been the source of an emotional struggle for the last few days… I’ll wait…
Okay. If you’re still here, here’s the scenario. A person who worked with my aunt told a former friend of said aunt, who in turn told my father that the aunt, his sister, passed away. From what I understand, my sister was there. I haven’t heard anything from anyone but my father.
So, here’s what goes through my head. When will people realize I AM NOT MY SISTER! I will not call to tell you I have pinched a loaf. I will not call you to tell you I’ve sneezed and boogers are in my hand. She will.
Relationships, even with family, is two way. You contact me, I contact you. It’s not I contact you always because I love talking to you and don’t care that you NEVER call or email me.
Why must family be so petty as to NOT even call or at the very least text when some one passes? I mean, I have one aunt and an aunt-in-law. My father has one sister. FFS.
I could vent for hours. Needless to say, I sit and wonder WTF is wrong with me that my family hates me so much that they can’t even bother to call and let me know my aunt has passed away. That said, certain members of my family don’t really seem to give two shits for me and what’s going on in my life and only care to call when something’s going on in their life. OR they just bitch because I don’t call or email them enough. I used to. Received little to NO return phone calls and no return emails.
I mean, how much effort does one have to make before they just GIVE UP entirely? Well, I reached that point. If you text, email, call, I will return the favor, but I’m not going out of my way to contact certain members of my family. It’s done nothing but left me wondering why in the world I contact those people in the first place.
So…yeah. I do believe, that I have thrown in the towel and just have resolved to having selfish relatives that require I contact them always and forever and have to sit and listen to their gripes and accomplishments without them giving a care for me and mine.
To say I’m hurt is an understatement. No, I’m not a saint. But I did email and call with no return emails or phone calls. If this person was a friend instead of a relative, those that chastise me for not doing more would have dropped the “friend” long ago. There’s only so many times you can contact a person and hear NOTHING back before you just stop contacting them; friend or family alike.
You never say what’s wrong with them. You always say what’s wrong with me. I guess the only thing that’s wrong with me is that I’m NOT my sister. I will only call so many times and leave so many messages or send so many emails before I just give up.
So…yeah. That’s what I’ve been trying to rationalize the last several week. Not been easy and I just have no motivation because…well…just because. And some people CLAIM to read my blog. Yeah. We’ll see.
This recipe was yummy! It’s funny because S and I both were absolutely amazed that it came out of the pan. We make scramble all the time and it sticks to the bottom of our non-stick pans. Egg substitutes usually have issues with our stainless steel pans. Heck. They have issues with out non-stick pans. LOL They just stick to the pans. Simple as that.
However, this just came right out of the pan!! I couldn’t believe it!! A-mazing! I can only assume that due to the oven cooking and the moisture that they just combined to make a frittata that just served right up!
I made the confit, then refrigerated it and then reheated it for it #MeatlessMonday. I threw in the left over potatoes from the previous meal. I threw in some shrooms. I threw in whatever happened to be just laying around that sounded yummy in this recipe.
Pardon my distracted train of thought. I have been drinking… Otherwise I lay there and contemplate the family issues I’m having to accept.
This was very filling, tasty and relatively easy. The longest time was waiting for the leeks to cook, but as I said, I did that the day before. With some planning this could be an easy #MeatlessMonday weeknight meal. That’s exactly what we did with it.