I cooked a frittata tonight. Mirinda was on a call with Sophie but I thought she’d finish in time for dinner but she didn’t. The frittata looked pretty much done inside the oven. I figured she’d not be too much longer so I just turned the cooker off and let it sit in the gradually lessening heat for a bit. Half an hour later, Mirinda finished her call and I served the frittata.
It looked a bit like a pecan pie. It didn’t taste like a pecan pie.
It tasted great and, I’d venture to suggest that it was probably my best frittata yet. It was a good end to a more or less, productive day.
Following a lovely Skye with Fi and the twins, we set off in Max to two open house days.
Both houses were over near where the Perfect Swedish Family lives. One of them I fell in love with almost instantly; the other, not so much. Mirinda was a little less emotional. Both of us were surprised at how noisy the traffic was. I don’t think we’ll be buying either place.
The main problem with the second one was the basement. Mirinda hates a basement in a house. I think this is because she reads too much Scandi noir. I’m not bothered and, in fact, I’d quite like somewhere to store wine but, obviously, it’s a joint decision when it comes to a house.
There were aspects of the second house that we liked. The farmhouse style kitchen, the main living area, the size of the bedrooms, were all good. There was also an amazing blue upright piano with yellow keys.
The first house, the one I fell in love with, was newer. It was bright and modern. Apart from the traffic noise, the main problem was the size of the bedrooms.
I guess we’ll keep looking. We’re returning to Trosa tomorrow to look at two houses.
We also went to pick up the girls from Fifi, who minded them overnight. Apparently they were very well-behaved and didn’t bully Winnie too much, even though she wanted to play a lot.
The fact that Winnie is two and the girls eight and nine, may explain things. We know how Emma gets to a point of maximum annoyance quite quickly. But, honestly, how could you not fall in love with that face.
