A frittata you'll have to work for

Frittata ruins evening.

List of things to do differently next time for a frittata: use a proper frittata/omelette pan, use less potato for the amount of egg I used, slice the potato thinner, have a proper cover for the pan that actually covers the whole pan rather than sits inside on top of the frittata edges, don’t overcook the first side, don’t think you can simply flip it into another pan which you’ve neglected to grease, and cook it in that pan, and it will turn out OK.

Also, probably more salt.

Even my bedroom smelled mildly of cooked-burnt egg after I was done eating. When I called Mom after dinner I wanted to talk about egg. “My clothes smell like egg and I just washed them” “Even my bedroom smells like egg” “How many eggs do you use?” “Do you have a special pan you use?” “How do you flip it?” “Do you put potato inside?” “Ugh, my bedroom smells like egg”. I was conscious of wanting to spend our whole conversation talking about egg, which I knew Mom probably wouldn’t enjoy, so eventually I let it go.

Arthur saves evening.

There was a line I loved from Arthur, when the butler shows up at Liza Minnelli’s Queens apartment and tells her to go to Arthur’s engagement party: “This is a tie you cannot steal. It’s a tie you’ll have to work for.” I was thinking about the movie more yesterday, which means it was a better movie than it first appeared. It was such a delight, seeing people out and about in New York, enjoying it, and enjoying in particular those locations in Manhattan which were once iconic and now have become overworked versions of themselves, like Fifth Avenue in Midtown. To see New York as charming, which it really can be. Now it’s empty. Before it was empty it was overworked. Perhaps we can dust New York off and give it a fresh start. Arthur, after all, was released just after New York City’s disastrous 1970s when it when bankrupt and everyone who hadn’t already left was leaving.