Potato and asparagus frittata.
Chuck and I thought this was delicious. I mean really, really good for a weeknight dinner. Josh and Alex didn't want to eat it. Too much green, not enough pepper, at one point someone complained that the toast was too cold, who knows? Who cares?
In the middle of dinner, I made them read a newspaper article about food insecurity among children in our county. I am becoming a crotchety old lady (or a depression-era housewife) for real.
They stopped complaining but they still didn't eat it.