Godzilla Frittata

[dr_pretentious]

Not in the sense of having Godzilla as an ingredient, of course. That's a recipe you could only make once, so there would hardly be any point, aside from historical interest, in posting it online. Okay, maybe bragging rights, but as you will see, this post is not a brag. It's a not-quite-recipe for a frittata that's mutated to the point of becoming vaguely Japanese.

Some twenty years ago, I found myself unexpectedly in possession of several gallons of cooked rice. I had wildly overestimated how much uncooked rice I would need to put in the pot to feed fifteen people, and after the meal our leftovers still filled an old style soup-kettle. What can I say? I was an undergrad at the time. Over the next week, my housemates and guests and I added the rice to every recipe we thought might withstand it. None of us were very accomplished cooks, and I was the lamest of us. radiotelescope probably remembers the time I thought I'd baked my watch into a casserole. Eventually we got so sick of rice we pitched the couple of gallons we had left. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure we'd still be picking at it to this day.

The one trick that stuck with me from that week was a sort of inside-out version of fried rice, an omelette-like thing featuring an almost foolproof combination of soy sauce, fresh ginger, garlic, and sesame oil, along with leftover rice and beaten eggs.

Some years later, when I'd had a little more book-learning and practice as a cook, I became enamored of frittatas, mostly because they're fast. I'm quite good in the kitchen now, as long as I don't have to do more than 20 minutes of hands-on work.

If a recipe requires 20 minutes of touch time, I get to thinking about my mortality. As in, one day I will die and leave a dozen books unwritten that I might have finished, and they'll be unwritten because I was burning up my mortal hours stuffing poultry. Down with poultry! At about minute 20, I start getting restless. At minute 30, there's profanity, even if the kids are underfoot. Beyond minute 30, it really ain't pretty.

So here's how I cook Godzilla Frittata:
Look in the fridge and discover that key ingredients for the other meal you had planned to cook have spoiled. Swear vociferously. Discover a tupperthing of leftover rice. Throw together the red bells you forgot to put in the tagine yesterday, the shiitakes you probably shouldn't have splurged on at the farmers' market, and the questionable looking scallions so old you weren't sure you really remembered buying them. Clean. Chop. Toss around in some sesame oil over medium-high heat with a couple of minced garlic cloves and some grated fresh ginger. Add a little olive oil to tone down the sesame. Beat some eggs with a glup of soy sauce. Sniff. It should probably smell more strongly of soy sauce than that, so glup a little more in. Your kids won't eat it anyway, so you might as well hit it with a shot of tabasco. Follow the half-remembered directions for frittatas from your disintegrating copy of The Joy of Cooking. (Not your husband's disintegrating copy, on the cover of which only the word Joy is still legible, because all the other words are burned off under the spiral imprint of a long-ago electric burner. His copy is of the wrong edition.) Is there still some cilantro left from the garnish for yesterday's slow-cookered tagine? Thank goodness. We're now at minute 20, and if you had to start plucking the leaves off the cilantro stems, you might start swearing again, and here are the kids underfoot just in time for you to fend them off from the broiler while you finish the custardy center of the frittata to a golden brown. Get the pan to the table at minute 28. Be astounded at how good the results are.

I would never have invented Godzilla Frittata, except for the small problem of my being Godzilla.

Comments

[tigira.livejournal.com]

Ok, when I first read this I started singing "Godzilla Frittata" to the tune of "Hakuna Matata."

Just thought you'd appreciate that laugh.

[thunderpigeon.livejournal.com]

I appreciate that laugh. Thank you.

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

Now I'm in danger of writing the verses for "Godzilla Frittata." My brain keeps singing, "And you'll eat Godzilla/ for the rest of your daaaays!"

[sabrinamari.livejournal.com]

AWESOME. Cook this for me, oh beloved novelist and beautiful person!

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

Your company is soothing enough, I might find myself unable to cuss. I wonder how that would affect the results. Let's find out!

[thunderpigeon.livejournal.com]

2 minor corrections:

1. If you actually bagged Godzilla, you would likely be able to use him as an ingredient more than once; he'd just be freshest on the first day. With a large enough bank of freezers, you could probably eat Godzilla for life.

2. If you actually were Godzilla, wouldn't your recipe include large Japanese cities?

I'm just sayin'.

p.s.: shadesong occasionally titles her family life posts "Life with the Gojirawitzes." I had seen this a few times before I remembered having seen the "more correct transliteration" in the Funny Times once. Which is to say, FWIW, you're not the only Godzilla on LJ.

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

1. Considering that kistha's frittatoid recipe below involves bacon, I might be able to make up for a shortage of freezers by setting up a really big smoker. (Somewhere there's a joke about smoking Godzilla that's actually funny. Perhaps I have too little experience with smoking to come up with it.)


2. Combine 3 Shinjuku skyscrapers, one giant moth, and a nuclear warhead in a tempered glass mixing bowl. Blast with flaming breath until incidental music subsides.

P.P.S. I think I'm related to the Gojirawitzes on both my mother's side and my father's side.

[thunderpigeon.livejournal.com]

1. After that post, I was considering writing a flashfic piece about someone who just can't get enough freezers to store the Godzilla carcass, and ends up moving to the Arctic. Where, of course, the remainder gets eaten by polar bears.

Of course, forcing Baby Godzilla to smoke his dad would be a much darker story.

2. had me laughing out loud. Then I read it to Rachel, who laughed out loud too.

[peartreealley.livejournal.com]

We've been eating a lot of frittata/crustless quiche hybrids lately. They're fast and packed with protein XD

I've been wanting to do another rice omelet, though. Maybe tonight....

[showingup.livejournal.com]

This elicited great guffaws over breakfast from both of us.

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

I thought of you and all my vegan friends as I typed "Down with poultry!"

[showingup.livejournal.com]

I had a mental cartoon of you having a Sacrlett O'Hara moment!!

[kistha.livejournal.com]

My first baked omelette was this last week of snow bound goodness. It's basically breakfast in a pan. It's a bit more than 20 minutes though, but you can shave actual time off by precooking the bacon a day before and using a left over cooked potato. It's a Barefoot Contessa recipe, and it's pretty good. You can find it here: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/omelet-for-two-recipe/index.html

I personally hate cooking bacon in a pan, so I cooked it in the oven. So much easier, so much less involved. Put bacon on sheet, put in cold oven turn on to 400 walk away for 17 minutes, check, and cook until golden brown (17-20 or so for about a lb of bacon.)

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

Any recipe whose longest step includes the words "walk away" is a recipe I like.

[radiotelescope.livejournal.com]

Somehow I always assumed that the rice debacle was my fault.

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

Weird. I don't know how it could have been your fault. My memory has me reading the directions on the package, completely screwing up the interpretation, stubbornly refusing to divide the batch and cut my losses in the interest of sanity or a timely dinner, and alternately adding water and moving the rice into a succession of bigger and bigger pots as it expanded. In my recollection, the rice is much like the house-demolishing popcorn in the last scene of Real Genius. I do remember you being one of the people who declared the first rice omelette with vaguely Japanese ingredients to be worth replicating.

[radiotelescope.livejournal.com]

I dimly remember someone saying to me "N cups of rice" and I parsed that as dry volume rather than post-cooking volume. Also, struggling with a voluminous soup-pot full of rice until the spatula broke in my hand.

But it's all war stories at this distance, isn't it?

Unrelated: someone mentioned http://angryrobotbooks.com/opendoor to me. (Angry Robot Books is soliciting unpublished fantasy manuscripts in April.) Do you know about this? Probably you do. But just in case. Angry Robot has become a high-quality source of authors-new-to-me -- I'm reading the third Aliette de Bodard now.

[violet-moon25.livejournal.com]

So funny. My copy of Joy of Cooking is also self destructing and has lost it's cover. But they took out all the interesting older stuff in the mid-90's so you have to find a used copy to replace it. Hmm, I wonder what Godzilla Quiche would taste like?

[showingup.livejournal.com]

This post made me think, "I have never actually had frittata. Wonder if some variation on farinata would work? Bet someone's veganised it." And, Lo! behold the power of teh intarwebz. Many had veganised using tofu, and many with variations on farinata. And as I love farinata, I'm making What Is Left In Our Fridge Frittata for dinner tonight.

Once more, my culinary horizons are expanded by The Woman With The Golden Fennel And Pears.

[violet-moon25.livejournal.com]

You have inspired me to make quiche for lunch. It is cooking now. I had leftover rice but it didn't go with the other leftovers(there was ham/broccoli/cheese and tomato/basil/Italian cheese ingredients). My fridge isn't big enough for leftover Godzilla. I wonder what you could substitute--alligator maybe?

The Woman with the Golden Fennel and Pears is an awesome title!