Before starting, I did what every wise baker should do and actually took the time to read over the recipe. And what I found made me very nervous.
With this beautiful time of year comes an unavoidable tradition: Mass offerings (and consumption) of holiday treats. In response to all of these homemade goodies, I’ve discovered a new irrational fear.
This frittata is easy, interesting, and definitely serves more than four people.
My husband doesn’t seem to have a sweet tooth. I’m not sure when it fell out or didn’t grow in right, but his self control around a dessert table astounds me.
I love to cook. It’s one of the things I look forward to fully embracing when both of my children are in school. Right now, I attempt to plan two meals a week and pray the leftovers hold out.