Name: Frittata Ranchera
Ingredients: 3 tb Butter or margarine, melted; 1/2 c Chopped onion; 1/2 c Chopped green bell pepper; 3/4 c Cubed cooked ham; 2 c 15 oz ranch style beans; 8 Eggs; 2 tb Water

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CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Grains, Eggs		Main dish	5	Servings

INGREDIENTS

3	tb	Butter or margarine, melted
1/2	c	Chopped onion
1/2	c	Chopped green bell pepper
3/4	c	Cubed cooked ham
2	c	15 oz ranch style beans
8		Eggs
2	tb	Water

INSTRUCTIONS

Saute onion and green pepper in 1 tablespoon butter; stir in ham and
beans. Heat to warm; remove from sillet. Meanwhile, beat together eggs and
water.
Heat remaining butter in skillet until just hot enough to sizzle; add
eggs. Cook over low heat until eggs are set. Pour heated bean mixture
evenly over eggs; cover tightly. Cook until eggs reach desired doneness.
Cut into wedges to serve. Serves 4-6
From Gemini's MASSIVE MealMaster collection at www.synapse.com/~gemini

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