New Year's Brunch

Damn the dogs! Just damn the dogs!

@#^$&! the bleeping dogs!

Are you kidding? It's 9am on New Year's Day; we got pounded at the restaurant last night; and now, the dogs are racing around the bedroom, bouncing off the bed and the walls, wanting to go pee and eat? Seriously? Weren't they up late with us?

But what are you going to do? We knew the drill when we signed up for dogs. And when you disappear for a minute to go to the bathroom, they greet you like you've been away for years, all waggy and wiggly and so, so damned happy to see you! What are you going to do?

Drag your exhausted ass out of bed and take them out and feed them is what you're going to do. Dog people will get this.

So we were up bright and early, long before we wanted to be, and by late morning, even after a midnight supper the night before, we found ourselves hungry and wanting something brunchy for breakfast.

Sausage, Jalapeño, and Cheese Frittata

I decided on a clean-out-the-refrigerator frittata. Frittatas, baked egg omelettes, are perfect receptacles for whatever needs using in the refrigerator. I found eggs, a couple links of sausage (lop cheung, though I would have preferred chorizo), a jalapeno, garlic, some grated cheese, a little mangy cilantro, and that, my friends, is enough for a feast.

And while I was putting it together, I might have accidentally slipped those pesky dogs a little cheese. Dog people will get this.