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The cabinet that houses my older pots & pans reminds me of a Hollywood prison holding cell. I've got a Paris Hilton (shallow old saucepan), a Charlie Sheen (cracked pot) and a few Lohans (these are just scratched, stained and darn near used up).
But dang it, I love them all. I refuse to throw them out. I will, however, keep them in that cabinet, far from the light of day until they're useful to me again. Maybe for a dishware version of The Hottie and the Nottie. (the Pottie and the Pannie?)
Ugh. Jokes falling flat today.
Happily, the sad state of my older cookware opened the (cabinet) door for a new star to shine. My cast iron pan is my favorite. It's the well-aged Estevez to my cracked-out Sheen. It's never disappointed me.
Imagine my shock when I walked into my kitchen one morning and discovered that, in that brothel of a cookware cabinet, it wasn't the celebupans, but my sweet, innocent cast iron who'd created the scandal. Meet the spawn:
So I'm now the proud adoptive parent of two illegitimate mini cast-irons. What else can I do but embrace the situation and make adorable mini-frittatas?
Eggs – delicious, nutritious, nature's-perfect-food eggs – are probably the cornerstone of my diet. Eggs are to Me as Shrimp is to Bubba Gump. You can boil them, broil them, quiche them, scramble them, poach them, bake them, fry them, coddle them, pickle them, souffle them…
And you can frittata them. Anything goes with a frittata, and it may be the quickest way to have breakfast made for the whole week in one shot. To put it gently – while frittatas can surely be finessed into light, fluffy Spanish delights, they're also excellent territory for crappy cooks. (Um, have you noticed that my little “Paleo/Primal Recipe Blog” has about three recipes on it? Crappy. Cook.)
There are a few accepted ways to make frittatas. You can flip, bake or broil them after allowing the eggs to set partially on the stovetop. As I'm about as hapless as Henrietta Lowell, I prefer the ease of popping it under the broiler for a few minutes.
Kitchen Scandal Frittata: How-to
Preheat your broiler.
Coat your oven-safe (illegitimate cast iron baby) pan(s) with plenty of butter, coconut oil, lard or ghee and saute your choice of veggies and meat (the “innards”) over medium to medium-high heat.
While the innards cook, beat a few eggs (anywhere from 2 to 12 depending on the size of your pan), adding 1/2 tablespoon of cream for every 2-3 eggs. When the meat & veggies are cooked, pour the egg mix over them.
Allow the eggs to set briefly, then use a spatula to lift the cooked portion and allow uncooked egg to flow underneath. Do this once for mini-pans, a few more times for larger frittatas. Just be sure that the egg is 80% set. (It can look ugly.)
When most of the egg is set, but the top is still uncooked, pop the cast iron under the broiler to complete. It should only take a few minutes.
Use a potholder. Use a potholder. Use a potholder. Otherwise…ow.
And now, my obscure-movie-reference-loving friend, you've got a frittata. Serve with salsa & avocado on top, or make a fun eggish sandwich out of it. It's also delicious cold!
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