Spinach omelet. A love story

It comes as no suprise (or by this time it should no longer be one) that I LOVE spinach. I think eggs+spinach+mozzarella (if around) equals the perfect relationship. Always. Yet I do confess using frozen spinach and fiercely cut while making a quiche proved to have a better taste than the fresh one. Just because I don't chop the fresh one like the one you buy already frozen.

Yet a dear friend just let me know she has a suprise: fresh spinach from the market. Will I be frozen this? No, I'm so gonna eat it all today, fresh and green and wonderful. I love warm food in the morning and fresh coffee. If you don't have time for breakfast, make some. You'll be smiling a whole lot more, I promise.

let's talk food. or love. or love about food

I think what I love most about food is... eating it. Sure I've been dieting, sure, now I'm testing the Dukan diet, but I think as long as I know I have found the balanced way of eating, this one more diet will cause no harm. It's all about reaching the weight you want and also an exercise of self-discipline. My biggest this sort of exercise was being a vegetarian for almost three years now. I have learned how to love ALL vegetables, I discovered that one can crave for brown rice with marrow, drool just thinking about a broccoli or tomato soup and never have enough spinach (yes, SPINACH). I learned to cook properly and healthy. And I discovered that I enjoy baking so much that baking muffins at 3 am during a cooking party seemed perfectly natural.

I dreamt of the perfect kitchen. Few steps from being completed, I can now say that it is perfect. I think I was thinking "kitchen, kitchen!" before even thinking "my own home". I also learned that when you finally have your own place, it feels a hundred times more like home when you fill it in with the dearest people in the world, when you create beautiful memories and also when you enjoy the perfect silence in the morning, something only yours, sometimes shared.

I have already enjoyed so many beautiful mornings here and it just seemed the fullest year. I can only be happy thinking about what's yet to come and wishing for the best, still knowing that unexpected is always a part of the future.

I love food. And I also love to love so I guess that came naturally. :) At the end of the day (or of the first year in the new home), I can say I learned to love so much more.

Găsiţi asemănările şi deosebirile dintre omletele de mai jos

De câte ori se sparge vreo farfurie, bunica spune că s-a spart ghinionul. De câte ori sparg eu ceva, spun "Fir-ar, sper că mai au la Ikea". Asta pentru că, în mod firesc, sparg exact cănile, farfuriile sau bolurile preferate.

Mai devreme, încercând să pregătesc pe fugă reţeta de aici, am scăpat ba un cartof, ba o furculiţă, ba un telefon. S-a sfârşit cu cioburi, as previously mentioned.

Ce e verde şi se-ascunde sub un strat delicios de mozzarella? Îîîîh, spanac? (Ştiu eu câţiva neiubitori :p). Foarte spanac, foarte verde şi foarte mult.

Am gătit aceeaşi omletă cu spanac trei seri la rând, cu nelipsita mozzarella. Din lene, din lipsă de timp şi dintr-o poftă nebună de omletă cu spanac. (Is there any spinach lover there with me?! :-s)

Aviz prietenilor care vor veni la cină cu proximă ocazie: asta vă aşteaptă. 

Ah, mai c-aş scrie o odă închinată spanacului. Până una alta, un quiche cu spanac, făcut acum aproape două săptămâni.