Life on the farm is never dull and often there seems to be a surprise waiting around every corner. Last weekend was no exception. I had the treat of heading to Seattle for the night to meet a friend I hadn’t seen in years. While we were tromping through the rain, drinking margaritas and catching each other up on almost 10 years of life, Aaron was hunkered down at home with the kids. He happened to open one of the garage doors Friday evening and our two golden retrievers made a break for it. They love to run down to the pasture to bark at the sheep and sniff around the chicken coop. They strut past the neighbor’s dog run and come right back. This is their routine, so when they darted out the garage doors Aaron didn’t think much of it.
Except 20 minutes went by and the dogs didn’t come back. An hour came and went and then suddenly it was nearly midnight and no sign of the dogs. Aaron walked our property and the adjacent apple orchards calling and calling for the dogs. Sadie, our younger dog came home but no sign of Remington, who at 12-years-old is increasingly blind and deaf.
We got Remington when he was 7-weeks-old, the first year we were married, bringing him home the same day as we closed on our first house. We have hundreds of pictures of him, a ball of golden fluff sleeping on the back of Aaron’s knees as he crouched on the floor pulling up carpet, laying tile, sanding floors. He is our first baby and a beloved family member all these years.
Saturday morning Aaron finally called me, worried our old boy was gone for good. He had loaded the kids up early that morning driving up and down the roads near our house calling for him. His voice was hoarse from yelling. He thought I should post a picture of Rem on Facebook, so I quickly made a post, not really thinking anything would come of it.
An hour later more than 80 people had shared the post and as I drove across the 520 bridge headed out of Seattle to go home, I get a text with a picture of our furry baby. He was soaking we, having gone for a swim somewhere and spent the night sleeping on the patio of a house a couple miles away. A quick phone call later and Aaron was headed to pick up our very confused dog.
Relieved and so grateful, Aaron convinced me to stay in Seattle a little longer. Go have fun he said. Crisis averted. He was headed to PetSmart for new tags for the dogs and Home Depot to buy supplies for garden boxes. I met my brother for lunch, leisurely wandered the aisles of Trader Joes and stopped for one last coffee.
And then the phone rang.
“Babe, I think you better come home, I need to go to the ER,” he said before I could even say hello. Uh what? Aaron cut his hand on his saw working on the garden boxes. He calmly wrapped up his hand, loaded up three kids and dropped them off with friends of ours and drove himself to the ER. Nine stitches later, he walked out of the emergency room right as I pulled in.
Something precious was lost, then found. What was initially thought to be a very scary injury, will heal up just fine. The bittersweet nature of life is so tangible sometimes. What we thought might be big things turned out to just be small blips. I’m thinking about the kindness of strangers on social media and available friends who step into the gap and reconnections with old friends and time with family. This is the sweet sweet stuff that is so easy to miss when all is well and good. At least it is for me. So as stressful and weird as the weekend was, it was wonderful to, and for that I’m thankful.
Fridge Dump Frittata
Sounds delicious doesn’t it? Sometimes you just need to make dinner or breakfast and the contents of your refrigerator just aren’t hacking it. But alas, you can always make a frittata. Make some roasted potatoes if you’re feeling generous or better yet, just make some toast and slather it in butter and maybe a little cinnamon and sugar.
- 8 eggs
- 1/4 cup 2% or whole milk
- 1/2 onion or 1 shallot, diced
- 2 pieces of bacon, diced (you could use ham, sausage, Canadian bacon or skip it all together)
- 1/2 red bell pepper, diced
- big handful of spinach
- 1/4 cup crumbled goat cheese (parmesan or sharp cheddar would work perfectly too)
- salt and pepper to taste
Turn oven to broil. In a small bowl beat eggs and milk until well combined. Over medium-low heat sauté bacon in a tiny splash of olive oil until just cooked through, about 5 minutes. Add onion and bell pepper until softened. Stir in spinach and cook for 2 more minutes until the spinach is wilted. Spread the vegetable mixture evenly throughout the pan. Pour eggs over the vegetables. Salt and pepper liberally. Do not mix, let eggs firm up in the pan. Crumble cheese over the top of the dish. When the edges are fully cooked, move the pan to the oven. Broil in oven for 3-5 minutes until center of the egg dish cooks through and the cheese melts. Keep an eye on the oven because the dish will finish cooking quickly and burn easily.
Remove pan from the oven and allow to cool briefly. Cut in slices. Garnish with a little hot sauce or if you are my kids, the ever present ketchup.