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The Pizza Omelet!

I've been in a bit of a sprint to the finish with our wedding coming up and haven't had much time for preparing full meals. But fast food is pretty much the opposite of good for you food. Brinner (Breakfast for dinner) has always been a quick and easy alternative for dinner, but it can get boring. Why not spice it up?

Enter: the pizza omelet!

"Doesn't look delicious," you say? Think again. The key is in the marinara sauce.

Here's what I put into my pizza omelet; a few items I already had in my fridge, thankfully.

2 Eggs, Beaten
1/4 cup organic 1% milk
1/4 cup ricotta cheese
2 baby bella mushrooms, sliced
10 turkey pepperoni slices
1/2 cup shredded mozzarella
Ragu Chunky Marinara (it's what was in the fridge)

Beat the eggs, milk and ricotta together. Pour into hot pan. Let set. Spread marinara over top of egg to your liking. Place mushrooms and pepperoni slices. Cover with mozzarella.

Voila! I folded the egg creation like I would any omelet, and ate it with a glass of wine. Quick, easy, delicious, and healthy!

This recipe comes to about 400 calories, 25g fat, 6.6g carbs, and 37.25g of protein. Glass of wine not included.
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