Daily Archives: January 8, 2012

Spinach & Goat Cheese Egg White Frittata

Let’s be honest, my house isn’t the most delicious place to be when we’re on a diet and we’ve been doing the juicing thing. But I’m trying to get myself re-motivated in the kitchen and Bob might be making me just a little.

I found this low carb recipe, but I wanted to make it lower in fat (yolkless) and needed to adjust what I had (or didn’t have) in my house.

Spinach & Goat Cheese Egg White Frittata

  • 12 egg whites
  • 2 tbsp milk
  • 1 lb fresh spinach
  • 1 cup chopped onion
  • 1 clove minced fresh garlic
  • 1/3 cup parmesan cheese
  • 4 oz goat cheese
  • salt & pepper

Preheat to 400. I cooked down the spinach with a little water (no oil), but not to the point of soggy. Whisk the eggs, salt, pepper, garlic and milk with a fork. Throw everything else in the bowl with the egg, make sure to break up the goat cheese into tiny pieces. Spray a medium size casserole dish with cooking spray, dump everything in and bake for 25-30 minutes (check at 25 but mine took 30). Make sure the eggs are done, they’ll get a little browning on the top. The fresh cooked spinach will be somewhat moist, just make sure it’s not raw egg.

It’s delicious, and happens to be awesome slathered in salsa.

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Week End Recap.

…and I’m back on my meds.

And feeling much better.

Still not smoking, still exercising, still dieting, and back at work. All good things this week. They’ve actually been better than good for the most part, so I’ll recap a little.

I had to go in to work on January 1st since we were re-opening on Monday. Furniture needed some TLC, Christmas decorations needed to come down, butter taken out of the fridge. Normal stuff. The “not normal” part of my day resulted in a handful of crazy emails I sent out to some contacts I know, and contacts I don’t. My “idea” is still consuming me, but I’m not one for sitting around, waiting. I’d rather people think I’m a little crazy versus lazy, and if I get judged on both accounts I don’t really give a flip.

By Wednesday I found out I didn’t get a ticket to the Martha Stewart event in march for Dreamers into Doers. I was pissed off, because they said the tickets were going to the first 80 people whom emailed. Unless I didn’t follow the directions (possible) that’s not necessarily true. Because everyone at work, including my mom, received a ticket- except me. I sent my mom’s email in after I sent mine. All 6 of the girls got a ticket, but not Heather. Nice.

Typical yes, but as luck would have it, I got a phone call that would change all that. And yes, I’m leaving this statement hanging, because it has everything to do with my idea and my crazy emails. But it’s not the time to get into that craziness, all in good time. All I know is that not going to the Martha event isn’t a big deal.

As for home life, I’m keeping myself decently occupied with my treadmill, a trampoline I bought myself to burn off the crazy (it works, by the way) and my diet.

Bob and I started a juice diet. I love fad diets, as I’ve always admitted. We happened to watch the documentary “Fat, Sick, & Nearly Dead” and decided we had nothing to lose so decided to give it a shot.

It’s actually not that bad, but after 2 days we couldn’t “just” do juice. I love food too much, so for now it’s just getting used as a meal replacement. Then there’s my mom the diet sabotager, who comes over with a giant pot of homemade spaghetti bolognese to torture me.

And now let’s discuss another kind of crazy. Crazy customers.

My name is Heather and I own a cupcake shop. Within the first week of being open, I was already familiar with the term “crazy customer”. Every once in a while, we have a run in with someone that blows our minds. This year, I think it’s time for me to start sharing some stories. Maybe you’ll laugh, maybe you’ll be horrified, or maybe you’ll learn to keep your own mouth closed next time something totally ridiculous is about to come out.

My First Cupcrazy of the Year.

Our hours aren’t a secret, they’re posted on our website. If you call the store, they’re also listed on our voicemail message. Saturday is the busiest day of the week for custom orders, and often people need to pick up things before we open at noon. Customers know to call us on the phone, and we let them in.

When I saw 2 ladies banging on the door yesterday, I figured they had a pick up.

I opened the door and smiled, “hi, here for a pick up?”

Stink face. “No.”

…”oh, okay! We open at 12 on Saturdays.”

pause. flush. insanity.

“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING. THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I’VE TRIED TO COME HERE AND YOU’RE CLOSED!!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!! I DROVE ALL OF THE WAY HERE FROM (the town next to us, 5 miles away). I’M SICK OF THIS! I’M FINISHED, AND DONE WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“ma’am. uh, ma’am…we have a few things ready now if you’d like to come in?” Now I’m hot and embarrassed and see everyone at Starbucks is looking over at us.

screaming from the middle of the street- “NO- THAT’S IT, I’M DONE WITH YOU! SOOOOO DONE!!!”

Last time I checked, I owned a cupcake shop. I don’t run an emergency room.

I can only end this post with a few tips:

1. Check the hours of a business you’ve never been to, and 2. Don’t treat people like this. EVER.

So that’s the first week of the year. A rollercoaster as usual, and I’m determined to enjoy the ride. Even if it makes me throw up.

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