Simplicity Savored: Weekend Morning Breakfast Quesadillas

I’ll confess this upfront: I didn’t plan this recipe out. This is very much one of those whatever’s-in-the-fridge-that-sounds-good recipes… and it turned out to be so good, I just had to share it.

So, I present to you my new favorite weekend morning meal: Breakfast Quesadillas.

I realize these aren’t revolutionary. I’m pretty sure you can get them at every good brunch place in town. But they’re good, and better yet, they’re easy. So when you don’t feel like waiting forty-five minutes for a table and a mimosa, here’s a recipe you can enjoy in the comfort of your own kitchen — and pj’s! — with a mug of coffee in hand.

Ingredients (makes one, so multiply as necessary for whoever’s in your household):

  • Eggs (This is a deliberately unspecified quantity. I went with 1 egg + 2 egg whites because that’s how I like ’em, but you do you.)
  • 1 tortilla
  • 1/2 Roma tomato
  • Handful of spinach
  • 1/2 tbs butter
  • Pinch of salt + pepper
  • Shredded cheese of your choosing (Again, I’m not about to tell you how cheesy to make your quesadilla… but I suggest very cheesy.)
  • Optional: Salsa / guac / hot sauce / Other toppings of your preference


Chop up your tomato & throw it in a frying pan. Give it a little toss, let ’em warm up, and then throw in the spinach.

While the veggies are cooking, scramble up your eggs.

Combine with the veggies and cook ’em up.

When your eggs are slightly less cooked than you’d normally like them (that’s important!) take them out of the pan.

Butter your tortilla and put it in the pan (butter side down, in case you’ve never made a quesadilla before).

Sprinkle half your cheese on one side of the tortilla. Add your eggs + veggies on top, and add the rest of the cheese.

Fold over the other half of the tortilla.

Let cook, flipping occasionally, until both sides of the tortilla as deliciously golden brown.

Slide out of that pan and onto a plate add your fave toppings — and a side of fruit if you’re feeling it — and enjoy!

There you have it. To quote Jack Sparrow: “Simple, easy to remember.” As any good weekend meal should be.

Getting Lost

(I apologize because even after wracking my brain for an alternate title, I am unable to use any pun besides the one that is so obvious, but also the most appropriate.)

This past weekend, my best friends came to town, and together, we got lost. We attended the inaugural Lost Lake Festival in downtown Phoenix, a first-of-its-kind-at-least-for-the-Valley concoction of music, food, drinks, and experiences that culminated in one blissful weekend of forgetting about real life for a little while and losing yourself in the here and now.

I realize that sounds really hippie-dippie, and while there certainly were people there who indulged in that kind of quest to lose themselves, we were not among them. We were among those who instead took the three day festival as a chance to lose ourselves in laughter, in light, and in, of course, really good music.

Now, with my voice still somewhat gone, my apartment finally back in order, and my cat shunning me for making her interact with more than one other person, I reflect on the past weekend with nothing but absolute nostalgia and incredible gratitude. 

Our decision to go to Lost Lake was a little spontaneous, but we bought the tickets as soon as they went on sale back in April and have very much used this weekend as something to look forward to, especially as October ramped up and got, in a word, nuts. We used Lost Lake as an excuse to reunite, an excuse to eat a lot of carbs, and an excuse to, for lack of a better phrase, act our age. 

There’s a strange phenomenon in this world, particularly in people I know, where we don’t always get the chance to act like the twenty-somethings that we are. I’m not saying I always want to be that person, but every once in a while, it’s good, refreshing, and necessary to just let go.

There are times where work can be incredibly stressful, the world can feel unbearably heavy, heartbreak and grief can overwhelm us, and things just generally feel like a bit too much. I’m not saying those moments don’t, or shouldn’t exist. In fact, without them, it would make appreciating moments like the ones we experienced this weekend much more difficult. But even in the wake of the turmoil, stress, and pain, there is always immeasurable hope. We can choose to see that hope anywhere: in the spirit of a kind friend, the message of an impactful artist, or in the tinny ring of laughter. 

I’ve always looked at music as a way for humans to connect. In every performance, be it an entire set or just one song, there is always that moment where everybody is singing in absolute unison, soaking in whatever emotion that particular artist meant to get across at that time. Music offers us a way to find our similarities, and even make our differences less foreboding. 

Getting to spend three full days basking in the truthfulness and wonderfulness of that was so rewarding, and incredibly refreshing. 

Getting to spend it with some of the people who mean the most to me made it that much better.

So, thank you, Lost Lake. Thank you for bringing us together — both my friends, and the strangers we got to experience it all with. Thank you for shining light on what may be dark, and for further illuminating what is already iridescent. Thank you for reminding us that there is always good, always friendship, and always laughter.

Thank you for recharging my batteries and being a tangible reminder of what to focus on when life gets to be a lot to handle.

Thank you for being one of the best weekends ever.

Just… thank you.

Mamma Mia!

If there’s one thing everyone knows about me, it’s that my mom is my best friend. We are Rory and Lorelai. We are almost freakishly close, we text all the time, and I can’t remember the last time I went a day without calling her. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.


(Literally, that’s us, played by Alexis Bledel and Lauren Graham.)


It should come as no surprise that my mom and I love the musical Mamma Mia. A Greek island, some crazy romance, and one of the strongest mother-daughter bonds on Broadway? It’s right up our ally.

And it came to ASU Gammage this past weekend!

So, naturally, we had to go.

Now, every time my mom and I go see a show, it’s our little tradition to have lunch beforehand. Since we typically go to Sunday matinees, it just makes sense.

Yesterday, we went to PF Changs. We ordered up the exact same dishes of stir-fried tofu and veggies… and we let our waiter talk us into buying an entire bottle of wine. But to be fair, they don’t call it Sunday Funday for nothing.



After lunch, we walked over to the theater, and took our seats for one of the most fun shows I have literally ever experienced. Mamma Mia is one of those shows that is a complete theatrical experience – you can even overlook some of the cheesy lines and overacting because it’s just so much fun… and you can really tell that the cast thinks so too!


At the end of the show, following the bows, they put on a mini ABBA concert. The core cast comes out wearing the most ridiculous, but totally traditional and hilariously sparkly, ABBA outfits ever, and they start belting out some classics like “Dancing Queen” in true concert style. It was so great! Everyone in the audience clearly agreed, as there were people of all ages jumping up and dancing to the songs. We were sitting on the first tier balcony, and it was literally shaking with all the excitement.

(My mom didn’t enjoy the shaking so much.)

We left the show feeling totally giddy. It might have had something to do with the bottle of wine with lunch, but I definitely think that there’s just something to be said about spending a Sunday Funday seeing a fun rendition of Mamma Mia with your mamma mia.

Mamma Mia is on its farewell tour, but if you get the chance to see it at any upcoming stops, I highly recommend taking your own mom (or sister, or best friend, or aunt) and making an entire day out of it!

Trust me, you won’t regret it.

(But I will warn you… Sunday Funday makes for a struggle of a Monday. Someone bring me coffee, please.)