Homefries. We all know what they should taste like – but why are the results so typically disappointing? One of my least favorite things in a diner is typically the homefries. They are usually greasy and cold in the middle, but being an optimist by nature I usually try them in new places. Hey you never know, right?

Poor Demeter. Her daughter, Persephone, was taken by Hades and carried away to the underworld. Demeter was the goddess of agriculture and the earth withered as crops dried up because Demeter was only concerned with finding her daughter. The cries of the hungry forced Zeus to get involved, and he ordered Hades to release Persephone from the underworld and return her to her mother.

But, there was one small hitch in the plan.

Hades had tricked Persephone into eating four pomegranate seeds. Normally consuming food would destine someone to spend eternity in the underworld, but Zeus managed to convince Hades to release Persephone anyway, with one small caveat.

She had to spend a month back there for every seed consumed.

So when Persephone is imprisoned below earth, Demeter is so saddened that she can't concentrate on tending to crops and that's why we have four months of winter.

Or six, if you live in Vermont.

But, it's easy to empathize with Persephone. It's very difficult to resist the beautiful seeds of a pomegranate. And this salad lets them shine in a bright champagne vinaigrette.

It's elegant for brunch, it's simple for lunch – and sometimes it can help a couple of sick people. I spent Friday on the couch with a sinus headache that was so rough that it mimicked a migraine. Then I spent Saturday and Sunday working. But KABLAM! On Monday I was knocked on my back again and then, sadly, Jedd joined me there on Tuesday.

We were a couple of sick people.

Because I had what my friend Kelee would describe as: “The brain pain,” I couldn't think of anything healthy to make the two of us. I also still had a fridge full of greens left over from our CSA that needed to be used up.

Then the answer presented itself in the form of a frittata that would a) be a good use of the greens which would sneak some nutrients into our bodies and b) would double as comfort food.

(Note, this is not an “eggy” frittata. There are more vegetables than eggs and more cheese than eggs too. Which is the way that we like it.)

Once a month Jedd gets together with our friend Steve and they make and record music until the wee hours of the morning.

And not to be indelicate, but Jedd and Steve occasionally have a tad bit of a hangover the next morning. You see, there's whiskey and beer and very little food involved when recording. So, last band night I decided to make them a protein-laden casserole that they could just microwave at 3 a.m., so they wouldn't be drunkenly debating over what to eat between songs.

“Tater tots?”

“No. Cheese slices dipped in salsa!”

I've seen those conversations - and I've been food pranked before. One night I had a small bowl of scalloped potatoes leftover from dinner that I was saving for lunch the next day. And I hid it in the fridge. I mean I buried it in the fridge. But the next morning I woke up to a dirty bowl in the sink and a guitar pic next to the microwave.

And I know the most anti-feminist reason ever for cooking a meal is: “To make sure the men folk have a nutritious snack." But I don't consider it a female/male thing. I just consider feeding musicians to be good common sense.