Flashing My Shorts -

4:36 PM Posted by MAC

Zucchini Frittata

An egg dish that tastes and looks like pizza. Serve with a salad, fruit and bread.

SERVINGS: 4 servings
CARB GRAMS PER SERVING: 18

INGREDIENTS:
 
Nonstick cooking spray
4  cups shredded zucchini (1 pound)
½ teaspoon salt
1 medium onion, chopped
3 eggs or 3/4 cup refrigerated or frozen egg product, thawed
½ cup finely shredded Parmesan cheese (2 ounces)
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon snipped fresh basil
1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper
½ cup shredded mozzarella cheese (2 ounces)
1 medium zucchini, very thinly sliced (1-1/4 cups)
2 large tomatoes, sliced
Sliced pitted ripe olives (optional)


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly coat 12-inch pizza pan with cooking spray; set aside.

2. Spread shredded zucchini on large platter or shallow baking pan; sprinkle evenly with salt. Let stand for 15 minutes. Using paper towels, gently press excess moisture from zucchini.

3. Meanwhile, lightly coat small skillet with cooking spray; heat over medium-high heat. Add onion; cook until onion is tender. Remove from heat.

4. In large bowl, combine eggs, Parmesan cheese, flour, basil, and pepper. Stir in shredded zucchini, cooked onion, and mozzarella cheese. Pour into prepared pizza pan, spreading evenly.

5. Bake about 25 minutes or until top is lightly browned and eggs are set. Arrange zucchini slices on top of baked mixture; add tomato slices. If desired, sprinkle with olives and additional Parmesan cheese. Bake for 10 minutes more. Makes 4 servings.

Flashing My Shorts - Review by Martha A Cheves, Autor of Stir, Laugh, Repeat

When I picked up Flashing My Shorts I had no idea of what to expect.  What I found was the creations of a man who can take any word, object or feeling and turn it into a short story.  Reading Buttaci’s writings was almost like reading poetry.

In Two Worlds, Will Dennison lives two lives, one in the real world and one in the nightmare world.  In Invitation President Clayton Powell is invited to be transplanted to Mars. Doomsday. We’ve been warned, now the world is dying around us.  I Wish I Wish – be careful what you wish for.   And then there is my favorite:

Saturday at the Zoo
Only a tall iron fence separated the two families.  “That girl is wearing a red dress, just like mine!” said Missy, then made a move to get closer to the fence.  “Behave,” said Mrs. Jackson.  “Keep your distance from the cage or we’ll go home this minute.”  She took her daughter’s hand and held it tightly.  “Go ahead and read the sign, Missy.  What does it say?”  Mr. Jackson looked at her sternly.  Missy had no trouble reading the official zoo plaque with its overdone list of synonyms, Do not annoy, badger, bother, disturb, harass, harry, heckle, irk, provoke, peeve, pester, tease, tantalize, or feed zoo creatures.  Strict penalty for violators.”  The caged little girl with Missy’s dress stared back at them. She too had a mother and father who held her hands and seemed to be warning her to stay clear of the fence.  “Oh, the smell!” said Mrs. Jackson, pulling Missy back.  “Why can’t the zoo attendants give them a shower now and then.  They’re filthy, Quentin.  I think we’ve seen enough,” though Quentin nodded his head, he seemed in no hurry to leave yet.  He watched his daughter staring bit-eyed at the other family.  “Aren’t they amazing?” he asked her.

Missy heard him, but was busy now playing a game with the other girl.  Missy would put her hand on her head and the other girl would do the same.  Then Missy would stick her tongue out and wait for the caged girl to follow suit.  “They are so smart!” said Missy.  Her mother scowled, but her father smiled.  Other zoo visitors were gathered in front of the lion’s den, the elephant swamp, the monkey’s tree, the cawing, chirping, whistling birds behind the very tall aviary fence.  Only the Jackson watched the caged family in front of them.  Quentin Jackson didn’t allow the smell inside the cage to upset him.  He inhaled the air and knew it was good to be on this side of the fence.  Free.

“They look like us, don’t they, Mommy?” said Missy.  “That little girl with the blond hair has a mommy and daddy like me.  They need new clothes but they look a lot like us.  I wish my hair was blond instead of this old black!”  Then Quentin Jackson began explaining about the family in the cage in that deep voice of his which he usually saved for his students at the university.  “A long time ago, believe it or not, we were the families in the cage.  Oh, maybe not a cage in the zoo but in a cage nonetheless.  The little blond and her parents belonged to the free families who kept the zoos, the churches, the governments.  Civil war came many years ago; even before my own Granddaddy was born.  Civil war raged between the True-pers, holding up their red-white-blue, and the Usur-pers demanding their rights by virtue of fairness and the injustice of slavery.  “Who won, Daddy?”

Now is when I tell you you’ll have to read the book to see who won, who are the True-pers and who are the Usur-pers.  The ending took me completely by surprise.  I never saw it coming.

158 pages
2010
All Things That Matter Press
 

1 comments:

  1. hangeng said...

    If diamonds are a girl’s best friend then jewelry sabo schmuck
    is her soul sister! Jewelry is such a powerful accessory thomas sabo charm
    that many choose one fabulous piece and thomas sabo onlineshop
    build an outfit around it. thomas sabo glaube liebe hoffnung
    You can ruin a perfectly great outfit by wearing thomas sabo online shop deutschland
    the wrong jewelry.Before we get into what and how to where jewelry thomas sabo armbänder
    there are some no-nos that you should be aware of. schmuck thomas sabo
    Relax – these are too tough to follow!Don’t overdo it with thomas sabo shop
    jewelry. Keep it simple. Wear no more than one big piece schmuck thomas sabo ketten
    such as earrings or necklace.Don’t wear an ankle bracelet thomas sabo ohrschmuck
    or toe ring with a dressy outfit.

Post a Comment