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A fresh take on the frittata: Master Class
It started out an ordinary enough morning. I was on vacation in London with Ruth Reichl and two other girlfriends, and naturally we'd planned our day around where we wanted to eat. For breakfast, we went to the Toe Path Cafe, an adorable little place I'd read about, and I did what I always do when I go out for breakfast: I scanned the menu for eggs. When I saw a frittata, I ordered it, having no idea that it was going to be nothing short of life-altering. Life-altering in terms of my egg-making and egg-eating life, anyway.
By Nancy Silverton and Carolynn Carreņo
September 8, 2012