It’s a gloomy Saturday here at SoupAddict’s abode. The day started with freezing rain, then turned to sleet, which stuck in my hair as I walked across Target’s parking lot (thereby guaranteeing the ruination of what could only marginally be called a “hairstyle” anyway). By the time I got out of Target (with an ottoman [...]
It’s a gloomy Saturday here at SoupAddict’s abode. The day started with freezing rain, then turned to sleet, which stuck in my hair as I walked across Target’s parking lot (thereby guaranteeing the ruination of what could only marginally be called a “hairstyle” anyway). By the time I got out of Target (with an ottoman that I didn’t need but couldn’t bear not to have), it was snowing. And later, when I pulled in my driveway, the sun was shining.
I was going to skip this week’s FFwD project, but, it was lunchtime, and I had all the ingredients. And was not about to step foot outside again, in case a tornado was lying in wait, ready to round out the day’s potpourri of weather.
The reason I was going to skip the dish was because I didn’t have any particular interest in making a potato omelet. Just wasn’t feelin’ it, man.
But, I had picked up a link of sweet Italian sausage at the local butcher and thought a potato sausage omelet might go down mighty fine.
My adorable and trusty 6″ cast iron skillet was the perfect vessel for a half recipe. I really just wanted lunch, with enough leftover to take to work next week for the daily “working lunch.” Gotta love those.
I also didn’t have 9 eggs in the house for the full recipe. Nine eggs! And it’s not even brioche.
In addition to adding sausage, the other change I made was to use tarragon instead of rosemary. Tarragon goes ever so lovely with eggs (and sausage. A local sausage-making company here in Cincinnati (Linwood Sausage Company) produces a chicken, apple and tarragon sausage that is just too die for
. Sausage + French tarragon = much happiness).
On a day when I’ve already bought stuff I don’t need, I furthered the excess trend by topping the tortilla with aged gouda and more tarragon just before shoving it under the broiler.
Verdict: this made for a very nice lunch. It would also make a good, light dinner (sans sausage) when you have a half an hour and want something that doesn’t smack you over the head with a flavor assault. And I say that completely without insult: I love blandish foods. I can eat an entire bowl of plain pasta … or brown rice … and be totally happy.
This post is participating in French Fridays with Dorie
, a blogging project where we cook our way each week through the recipes in Dorie Greenspan’s new cookbook, Around My French Table
. Given the book’s newborn status, we’ve been requested to not post the recipe (although SoupAddict will post it if she finds it elsewhere on the web). SoupAddict hopes that you’ll understand and will perhaps be inspired to either buy the book or seek out a recipe of a similar nature to try on your own. Or better yet, join us on French Fridays with Dorie