I remember as a kid going into my grandmother’s chicken coup to pick fresh eggs in the morning. There was so much excitement, so much mystery. Would the chickens have laid eggs for us to pick? How many would there be? Which chickens laid them? I just know you’re getting excited even as you read this.
But then one sad day, as I walked away from the chicken coup in my pink and yellow girly pijamas, as happy a 7-year-old as can be, a rooster decided it would be fun to casually attack me from behind. Have you ever had a huge bird claw itself onto your clothes and frantically flap it’s huge wings? It’s the exact opposite of fun.
So, for a while, I went off anything related to chickens and eggs. Might have been post traumatic rooster-stress, or maybe I was just being a difficult child. Whatever the reasons though I got over it and can now look at eggs in all it’s glory!
Anyways! Back to this frittata!
I’m definitely big on quick and easy lunches. Huge actually.
Unless I’m testing and making something for the blog, I like my meals to be in my plate and on it’s way into my mouth with little effort. Oh, and it’s gotta taste amazing. I never said I wasn’t picky!
This frittata ticks all the marks.
It’s super flavoursome, fuss-free to make, looks gorgeous, and can be eaten either hot or cold, which means I can grab a slice straight from the fridge and either squish it between two slices of break or plop it on top of my favourite kale salad.
Oh, and smashing some avocado over it is compulsory, of course.
Eggs got a really bad rep a few years back, poor things. They were falsely accused of being the worst thing you could ever do to your cholesterol, and there were many claims that you should go nowhere near more than 2 per week.
Luckily such crazy-talk has gone away, and people now see eggs clearly for the protein and goodness powerhouses they can be. Just please try your best to buy organic, free range, pastured eggs, as battery-caged chickens are injected with hormones and kept in inhumane conditions, the poor fellas.
Someday I hope to have my own little chicken coop like my granny’s (don’t tell Matt though, he’s not ready to hear this kind of stuff yet! He’s a city boy, bless him).