What do you make for dinner on a night when you have no fresh produce in the house (except for a few sad carrots) and you've got barely enough energy to pour yourself a glass of wine having spent the last four days doing errands and hardware store runs and keeping the house spotless and gleaming for multiple house showings?
You look at your leftovers and hope there is pasta.
You pray you have eggs. You swoon when you discover a half a cup of goat cheese. You whip together a frittata so meltingly delectable that your husband closes his eyes in sheer bliss and says, How can something this simple be this good? Then he declares this latest frittata of yours to be his favorite. And as the warm bite of creamy egg and spinach and goat cheese melts in your mouth you sigh and meet his eyes across the table and confess,.
Darling, it's one of those happy accidents.