This is the story of the Father’s Day breakfast that never was.
Not for lack of trying, though. My husband works all. the. time. Day to day, week to week, Father’s Day being no exception.
So I had all of the fixin’s to make this manly breakfast and no men to eat it.
Frittata’s are kind of my new thing. Like my other favorite breakfast staple, the quiche, you can throw just about whatever you want in them. But unlike the quiche you don’t have to mess with crusts. You need only one thing: a cast iron skillet (or a pan that can go into the oven).
And don’t worry about my husband, he enjoyed his cold leftovers very much– even declaring it his “favorite one yet”. Whoop whoop! Plus, when you get to wake up to a cutie like this every day is Father’s Day, isn’t it?