Eggs- Hunting and Eatting

Here are a few egg hunting pictures, because I promised. The girls looked great (at least at the begining of the day) in there Easter dresses. I think that is one of my favorite things about being a mama to little girls, all the fun dresses. Too bad our chuch is not the dress up type, guess they will just have to look cute on random Tuesdays or something. I am pretty sure the best egg hunting is done in pretty dresses.

While we are on the topic of eggs, I want to share another fab recipie for a meatless dinner. I am loving these quick and easy eggs dishes as of late. This one you have to try, it is so fast! You can have dinner on the table in under 30 minuites.

Tomatoe Baked Eggs

1/2 small chopped onion

2 cans of Italian tomatoes (I used ones we canned from last summer and they were sooooo good!)

Garlic to taste (which at our house means A LOT of garlic)

8 eggs

1/2 cup Italian cheese

1 tsp. Italian seasoning

salt and pepper

Preheat oven to 350. Grab your favorite oven proof skillet (mine is cast iron) and cook up you garlic and onion with a dash of oil on the stove until transparent. Toss in both cans of tomatoes and cook until liquid is reduced. Take off of the heat. Make 8 little wells and crack your eggs into them. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and then put cheese on the top. Toss in the oven and cook for 12-15 minutes if you like your eggs a bit runny and 18-20 if you like them firm. Serve with crusty bread and a salad, and if your husband loudly objects to the lack of meat, you could add a side of Italian sausage too.

This would be a good brunch item. It would look really cute if you made individual sizes in little ramekins, but I don't have any. You could make this a Mexican meal by using Tomatoes with green chilies and using cumin instead of Italian seasoning and pepper jack on top, serve it with tortilla and cut up avocado.

After exploring a couple of meatless egg dishes, I am now moving on to bean dishes, with or without a little meat. Consider this your warning not to sit to close to us at MOPS or Church, and don't believe Matt when he blames the baby. The only infant I ever met who could rip them grown-man style was my nephew Ryan, that kid had skills.