I thought that I was alone with zeroing on a favorite food and eating it until the cows came home, but apparently I bestowed this quirk to the baby boy. He has latched onto the frittata, the same way that I had latched onto smoked salmon, whipped cream cheese on black cracked pepper and poppy seed water crackers spritzed with lemon juice, very specific I know, but I love it. I got over my obsession with the smoked salmon a few weeks ago and moved onto turkey and provolone on rye bread with golden brown mustard. My baby boy so far just has the frittata obsession, he doesn’t care what’s in it, as long as there’s a lot of garlic and cheese, the rest doesn’t matter, it could be bacon, prosciutto or simple ham, he doesn’t mind and he loves most vegetables so whatever needs to get cooked and eaten, is fair game, another good thing about frittata’s, anything goes.
Tonight’s frittata had ham, diced Swiss cheese, I didn’t feel like grating it, chives, fresh thyme and oregano, onion, garlic, eggs and salt and pepper. It didn’t take long to prepare or to make, a half hour at the most. I wonder what will be the next meal of preference, I hope nothing too labor intensive, I have gotten spoiled with the ease of the frittata.