The proof of the pudding...

Sure; it's all in the eating. All of it. The whole chunk of lovely, delicious food.

Can't cook, is that right? WRONG!

Today, I was hungry. The Man was out of town for 48 hours - gasp! What to do? Starve? Drink only beer? Well ok...I admit I did drink beer (and tea, too).

But most importantly, I found some oregano and parmasan cheese flakes. Pouring a dusting of these onto chopped up, de-fatted & smoked bacon with smoked ham also thrown in, with cut up tomatoes and a whisked egg (ok, it was a knifed egg). I think that was it. I put it all together in a glass bowl and whirled it around. No mess. Yeah, baby!

Then, into the hot pan it went. Tossing and turning occured. It cooked up real nice. I break in half three pita breads with corriander and garlic in the bread. The contents of the pan, once cooked is stuffed into each half.

I get tea, and beer. Then down on the sofa I go, with Smackdown! on the telly in front of me, complete with Kim Kaze's evening special!

I gotta' tell you, those bad boys were hella' tasty!