Let me preface this by saying there are people in the world who know what frittatas are. I don’t. I call this a frittata probably because I vaguely remembered some cookery show and whoever was cooking was making a frittata. And I took nothing from it except the eggs, the grilling and the cool as shit word “frittata.” So, what I’m telling you is, I have no idea if this recipe is a real frittata or not. I also don’t care. I’m a Rock Chick, I break rules. Not important ones. Rules like how to make a real frittata.
Now, lemme tell you a little bit about me. I’m a klutz. Totally. I have not only learned to live with this, but embrace it. If something requires dexterity, like, say, making an omelet–forget about it. It won’t happen. It’ll be a mess. It will taste good but look terrible. Normally, I wouldn’t care about this. It’s just that, once I made up my frittata recipe, I didn’t have to bother with omelets anymore. And this is loooooooads easier. And grilling makes everything taste good.
Here we go…
Truthfully, you can put whatever you want in this. I’m telling you what February Owens used in For You and thus what I use.
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