Thursday July 17
Before we left Indian Lake, Vaden took Barbara to a local Logan County farm to get some eggs and free-range chicken. The chickens were certainly free-range, as they immediately strutted out of the barn to investigate us. A bit shyer were eight or so adorable kittens, who ran and hid despite their momcat's stropping herself against our ankles. The farmer said we could have a discount if we took a kitten, but I don't think you could catch one unless you'd brought a mackerel for bait.
Anyway, we drove home kittenless, but with a dozen fresh-laid marigold-yolked eggs. So frittata for dinner was a natural choice, especially once Barbara picked two days' growth of baby zucchini and their blossoms from the garden.The preparation was similar to last year's version, this time no anchovies ("You've got the wrong man. I spell my name...Danger!"), but with larger strips of zucchini and our friend's home-made chèvre, which made savory dots on top.
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