So, when I was a kid we didn’t have a cordless phone, much less a phone with caller i.d. And actually, I can’t even really say I know when caller i.d. became a standard thing… because my childhood and adolescence are filled with memories of prank calls.
Prank calls are not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, you know? And I was on the receiving end a lot with a last name like Whitehead.
In fact, receiving prank phone calls made me want to seek revenge at this world by pranking random people back. When one of my neighborhood friends came over, we would nervously wait until my parents stepped outside to the garden or garage, and then run over to the phone book and start going through the white pages.
“Okay, um… Let’s see. Here’s a bunch of people with the last name Brown. Let’s start calling them and say, ‘How now, brown cow?”
The thrill of the prank came when the person, a complete stranger (yikes!) answered the phone. Our pulses would race from the moment we dialed the number, up until the moment we heard the unassuming, “hello?” followed by our one liner of choice that we would quickly spit out with excitement. Occasionally, a child would answer and we would actually start up a conversation with him or her, while visualizing in our minds that we were somehow powerful children who could make connections with anyone, anywhere!! While in reality, these children were probably just sitting on an old beat up couch in the trailer park off of Markland St or something.
The best prank call ever was when we would call two individuals on two different phones who actually knew each other, and then put the receivers up to one another. Then we would die laughing as they tried to figure out who called who.
I marvel at the fact that we did this. There has been so much “surveillance” technology in our lives for so long, that it’s hard to remember when we could be anonymous. No more teepeeing people’s front yards, no more soaping windows, no more egging someone’s house. No more pranks.
And while I know most people think this is a good thing, every once in awhile I just wish I could fearlessly prank someone without fear. Life is just more fun with mischief.
Since I can’t use my eggs to egg someone’s house, I’m putting them in this frittata instead. In fact, it’s baking as we speak, so the pic will be posted when it comes out of the oven, and after I get my troublemaker daughter into bed.
1 T. Olive oil
1 zucchini, sliced
1⁄2 cup chopped green onions
2 cloves garlic, chopped
1 14.5 oz can of diced tomatoes with basil, garlic, and oregano
1⁄4 t. Black pepper
4 egg whites
1 cup mozzarella cheese, shredded
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In an oven-safe skillet sauté zucchini, green onions and garlic in oil. Cook for 5 minutes or until tender.
2. . Add diced tomatoes with basil, garlic, and oregano and black pepper. Cover and heat until zucchini is tender.
3. In a small bowl, beat together eggs and egg whites. Pour over vegetable mixture and sprinkle with cheese.
4. Bake until eggs are set and a knife inserted in the center comes out clean, 10 to 15 minutes. Cut into wedges to serve.
Okay, now I’m adding the photo of the frickin’ frittata: