My frittata helped David survive Keto—yes the man doesn’t eat eggs but he eats frittatas because I hide the eggs in stuff he does like.

Baked in a large casserole, it’s easy to slice into different portions. He grabs out a portion and often eats it on the way to work. I used to make these each Sunday night and bake them while we ate dinner. By the time dinner was done the kitchen was nearly clean, the frittata was cooked enough to pack and refrigerate.