I’m dying for Spring. DYING. So imagine my delight when I discovered I had frozen peas on hand, and could turn my ham-and-eggs brunch into a ham, peas and parmesan frittata? Ham and peas just seem hugely Spring-y to me. Boomer agreed, and decided we had to plate this on our new Easter plates:
As I’m eating this, I am staring out the window and willing the crocuses to come up under our tree out front. It’s not working.