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Pasta Frittata — When You Take What’s Left and Make It Golden

Post-Thanksgiving recovery. The leftovers lasted four days. Turkey sandwiches, turkey soup, turkey on everything until Chloe said, "If I see turkey one more time, I'm running away." She's not running away. She ate the last turkey sandwich with minimal complaint and a side-eye that could curdle milk. The side-eye is new. The side-eye is the harbinger of pre-teen energy arriving two years early. I'm not ready. The turkey is gone. The side-eye remains.

Kevin called. He sounds different. Quieter. He said: "Crystal filed for separation." Filed. Legal paperwork. The temporary has become permanent. Kevin — the Mitchell who stayed, who chose, who broke the pattern — is watching his own pattern form. Not the Danny pattern. Kevin didn't leave. Crystal left. But the result looks the same from certain angles, and Kevin is standing in an empty apartment in Clarksville trying to figure out which angle to look from.

I said: "Come for Christmas." He said: "Maybe." I said: "Kevin Daniel Mitchell, you come for Christmas. You bring yourself and your uniform and your appetite and you sit at my table and you eat my food and you let your family hold you up. That's an order." He laughed. The first laugh I've heard from him in months. He said: "You can't order me. I outrank you." I said: "In this kitchen, nobody outranks the cook." He's coming. He'll come. He has to come. Mitchells don't do Christmas alone. We do Christmas together, even when together is hard, especially when together is hard.

Terrence called with baby questions. Elijah is ready for more foods — the pediatrician said we can start introducing fruits and vegetables beyond rice cereal and sweet potato. Terrence asked: "What should his next food be?" As if this is a decision that requires a committee. As if the baby's second vegetable is a strategic choice. I said: "Peas." He said: "Why peas?" I said: "Because peas are green and Jayden doesn't eat green and I need at least ONE child who eats green foods." Terrence laughed. The co-parenting conversation about vegetable colors is the most normal thing that's happened all month.

I made leftover turkey pot pie — all the Thanksgiving leftovers assembled into a new form, covered with a crust, baked until golden. The transformation of leftovers into something new is the most Mitchell thing I know. We don't waste. We don't throw away. We take what's left from the last thing and we turn it into the next thing. That's not cooking. That's a philosophy. That's the whole Mitchell approach to life: take the leftovers and make a pie.

The pot pie came out golden and I stood over it thinking about how that’s exactly what we do — the Mitchells, all of us — we take what’s left and we make something worth sitting down to. This pasta frittata is cut from the same cloth: leftover pasta, eggs, a hot pan, and the willingness to trust that the second life of something is often better than the first. Kevin is coming for Christmas. Elijah is eating green foods. Chloe’s side-eye can curdle milk. We take what’s left and we make a pie. We make a frittata. We make it golden and we sit down and we eat.

Pasta Frittata

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 20 min | Total Time: 30 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 3 cups cooked pasta (spaghetti, linguine, or any shape), roughly chopped if long
  • 6 large eggs
  • 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese, plus more for topping
  • 1/4 cup whole milk
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
  • 2 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped (optional, for serving)

Instructions

  1. Preheat the oven. Position a rack in the upper third of the oven and preheat to 375°F.
  2. Whisk the eggs. In a large bowl, whisk together the eggs, milk, Parmesan, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes until fully combined.
  3. Sauté the garlic. Heat the olive oil in a 10-inch oven-safe skillet over medium heat. Add the garlic and cook, stirring, for about 1 minute until fragrant but not browned.
  4. Add the pasta. Add the cooked pasta to the skillet and toss to coat in the garlic oil. Spread it into an even layer across the pan, pressing it down gently.
  5. Pour in the egg mixture. Pour the egg mixture evenly over the pasta. Tilt the pan slightly to help it settle into all the gaps. Sprinkle a small handful of additional Parmesan over the top.
  6. Cook on the stovetop. Cook over medium heat, undisturbed, for 4—5 minutes until the edges are set and the bottom is beginning to turn golden.
  7. Finish in the oven. Transfer the skillet to the oven and bake for 10—12 minutes until the center is set and the top is golden and puffed slightly.
  8. Rest and slice. Let the frittata rest in the pan for 5 minutes before running a spatula around the edges, sliding it onto a cutting board, and slicing into wedges. Scatter fresh parsley over the top if using.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 340 | Protein: 17g | Fat: 15g | Carbs: 34g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 430mg

Sarah Mitchell
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Sarah Mitchell
Week 244 of Sarah’s 30-year story · Nashville, Tennessee
Sarah is a single mom of three, a dental hygienist, and a Nashville girl through and through. She started cooking at eleven out of necessity — feeding her younger siblings while her mama worked double shifts — and never stopped. Her kitchen is tiny, her budget is tight, and her chicken and dumplings will make you want to cry. She writes for every mom who's ever felt like she's not doing enough. Spoiler: you are.

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