We are fortunate enough to live in a walkable neighborhood of a walkable city, and sometimes days go by between car trips. I made up for all those blissful carless days in one fell swoop today, though. President Obama was visiting Seattle and I got stuck in traffic for almost two hours with five little girls in the back of that darn minivan.
Luckily, we were well-stocked with snacks, and the girls were full of songs and laughter. My four-year-old told a detailed and breathlessly-enunciated story to anyone who would listen featuring characters named Macinnanin, Skingerque, Banana Peel, and Spoon Guy. (The spellings of those first two names are approximate at best.) The baby practiced her shrieks of joy at top volume. Other drivers stared at the ruckus my passengers were making and then laughed.
Did you think this was going to be a post about how I came home hours late and cooked a nice dinner? Heavens, no. I collapsed on the couch with a beer and let J hustle the kids off to bed. (Thanks, honey!) We ate leftovers: this soup, that salad, those beans. Leftovers are a cook’s reward, I say.
But if you don’t have a fridge full of good leftovers, make migas at the end of a frazzled day. There’s a reason I mostly cooked scrambled eggs for all those months when life was so hectic: they’re fast, filling, and delicious. The kids call these migas “cheesy chippy eggs” and eat their plain version (no salsa, no green flecks) without complaining.
Migas take various forms in various countries, but this surely-Americanized version is basically scrambled eggs with lightly crushed tortilla chips, green onions, tomato, cilantro, cheese, and salsa, maybe with a warm tortilla on the side. Dinner will be served in ten minutes. Continue reading Migas (click for recipe)