Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Megabite of frittata

When in doubt, indeed. Suffering from Republicans, boils, impotence, hangnails, depression? Frittata, baby, frittata. A cure for all your ills. (Today only I sell it to you my special friend for only a dollar a bottle.) Of course, this is a little complicated, since the Spanish frittata is potatoes (ummmmm) and the Italian pasta (ummmm), but the idea is that you taka buncha eggs and pour them over savory filling and bake. I like to finish it under the broiler to get that color.

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