That basil looked quite pretty sitting on top of the broccolini frittata… when I first placed it there. But I waited just a tad bit too long to snap this photo, and the heat of the frittata transformed the beautiful green leaves into these poor excuses for herbery. Yes, I made up that word and I don’t care because when basil becomes marbelized like that it deserves a new word.
Never fear, the frittata delivered on all of its expected promises. It was good and quick for me to whip up on a busy afternoon. Joe really liked it, as did I. Annie had no problems with it. And Louisa rejected it flat out after the obligatory feigned tastes. As I said, it delivered on all of its promises, marbelized herbery and all.