"Will you be starting a cooking blog next?"

At least for this entry, yes, yes Dad, I will be.

Tonight Cathy and Carrie came over to make some dinner, and we attempted our own version of the frittata that Mom made for me many nights in high school for dinner. We approximately followed the recipe that Dad sent me in an email, altering it ever so slightly. This was the final ingredient tally:
-- 9 eggs (though 11 were broken, a slight tragedy occurring)
-- half a cup of milk
-- about half a bag of frozen mixed vegetables
-- about a quarter of a fresh yellow pepper
-- some chopped fresh onion
-- some chopped fresh mushrooms
-- about half a cup of grated cheese of the Russian variety
-- butter to grease the pan
-- salt and pepper added afterward, at the table, because we forgot beforehand

And voila! After about twenty minutes in our oven on the "half-way between the big flame and the little flame" temperature, we had this:

AND, it actually tasted good.

Pictured here with bread, cheese, and grated carrot/radish salad prepared by Carrie.

Moral of the story: maybe cooking isn't all that atrociously difficult.