I wanted to have a small get-together in my new flat, for about a dozen people. I did not want to turn the oven on during the day of the get-together. It is August, after all, and my air conditioning runs hard enough without having an oven to compete with.
The night before, I made two frittatas: One had peas, mint, and feta; the other had chopped onion, mushrooms, thyme, and cheddar. (I also made mini-frittatas of the latter variety.) The base of my frittatas is simply free-range, organic eggs whisked with cottage cheese and seasonings. To that you can add what you like without worry of going wrong, and bake it at 220C/425F for about 25 minutes or until the top is firm and golden. This is the easiest of recipes – if it could be called that – and the results can be eaten warm or at room temperature.
I had never made the pea, mint, and feta frittata, but it tasted even better than I’d imagined it would – fresh, light, and quite moreish. (Fava beans can be substituted for the peas, if you fancy the palaver of shelling the beans. Being lazy, I did not.) The mushroom fritt is an old staple recipe of mine, and came out as well as I knew it would.
While the frittatas baked, I threw together the base of a salad by pulling the meat from the carcass of a large roast chicken and cubing the flesh of four nectarines. I tossed the meat and fruit together with toasted sunflower kernels, a bit of raspberry balsamic vinegar, crumbled feta, and torn mint. Just before ringing the dinner bell, I combined the base with three hearts of torn romaine. I served honey dijon dressing alongside this, but would have prepared a walnut oil vinaigrette if I’d had any walnut oil to hand.
Before people arrived, I assembled the simplest of salads: raw broccoli with chopped apricots and ranch dressing. Really, that was it, but it’s good.
For dessert we had shop bought two-bite brownies, plus cookies and lemon bars baked by my stepmother. (”If you have any spare baked goods around the house, feel free to bring them with you,” I said to my parents before they visited me on Saturday. Luckily, my stepmother loves to bake and is very good at it.)
Everyone had a good time and, happily for me, there were even some leftovers. The sweets will be distributed at a meeting tomorrow and I’ll have the salads and mini-frittatas for lunch and dinner. There is a good reason, after all, that I am never knowingly under-catered…