My Sunday got off to such a promising start. I rolled out of bed at a leisurely hour, made coffee, and whipped up this frittata. Matt and I made plans to spend the day playing tourists in our own town and checking out a museum. Little did I know we’d get a ride home from our fun little date in a tow truck and our “cheap” outing would end with a 4 figure bill. Oh well, at least the day started on the right foot.
This frittata isn’t anything earth-shatteringly original, just a few ingredients that, when treated with care, come together to make a very good brunch. The eggs are blended with crème fraîche which yields a frittata that is light and tender with a subtle creamy tang. The delicate eggs are accented by salty bits of bacon and sautéed leeks. Hopefully, a month from now, it’ll be the piece of this past Sunday that sticks out in my mind.
When I was 20, I spent a semester in Florence, Italy. I arrived a fairly committed vegetarian but within a week or 2, there I was, debating the merits of Prosciutto di Parma versus Prosciutto di San Daniele at the market, working up the nerve to try a tripe sandwich, and being schooled on how to chop chicken livers with a mezzaluna to make the ubiquitous crostini toscani. Needless to say, it was an exciting time in my life.
One of the joys of writing a blog is having an online record of how often I contradict myself. Last week, I stood up here on my soapbox and
Just writing the title of this post, I feel like a maniac. How on earth do you even punctuate such a cookie concoction?