The above frittata took from me five eggs, three stalks of red chard, half a zucchini, a block of feta, an onion, some garlic and a tablespoon of coconut oil, and what did it give back in return?
A giant, sloppy mess.
With browned edges.
And rose-colored liquid all over the counter.
In short, DISASTER.
Now can I be honest with you? People, I have days (ok, weeks) like that frittata, and I don’t mean in the kitchen. There are times (recent times) where I feel like I’m investing a lot of hours, energy, effort, what-have-you into something (say, self-employment), expecting certain results, and when those results don’t come: DISASTER! Panic! Stay out of my way!
It’s not pretty. Again, kind of like that frittata.