Here’s the thing: a frittata is not a high-maintenance diva. It’s the flexible friend who will eat whatever you put next to it. The only true sin? Serving it cold from the fridge while standing in your underwear at midnight. (We’ve all done it. No shame.)
So go forth, pair aggressively. Mix a salad with crusty bread, a spicy sauce, and a side of fruit. Be chaotic. Be bold. And if all else fails? Just serve it with more frittata. The universe will forgive you. I promise.
