So really I think we can blame Paige for getting Mike into the frittata-making operation. I still think she set him up here. Big. Time.
Really, Mike? “Dabble”? Um, ok. If you say so. You look worried and anxious about your two girls talking to each other when you should really be worried and anxious about having to make the aforementioned frittatas.
Let’s have a look at the way Mike makes these mean (read: terrible) frittatas, shall we?
Ok, now I know frittatas are a process (I make them myself), but already things look off here. Doesn’t look like there’s any dairy in the mix. And he has cheese, but I don’t see any of it in there either (usually you put half in the egg and dairy mixture). Is he making an omelette? Maybe he doesn’t know the difference?
Still looking pretty runny, but could still potentially be ok. Jeez Mike, skimp on the tomatoes and herbs, much?
Scrape, scrape, scrape. Very good. Good job, Agent Warren. Way to scrape those sides. Hope you got the bottom too!
Wait, what? What happened to the frittata???? Did it go in the oven already? What happened to letting it sit on the stove so it sets? That frittata was not ready for the oven, Agent Warren.
Time for frittata number two. Attempt number two? Maybe he threw out the first one, she said hopefully.
Oh look at you, Warren. Living on the edge. Leaving that frittata unattended while you talk to your handsome roommate. Are you sure that’s the right call?
Ok, we’re back to scraping the skillet. Good. Hopefully he can’t screw that up.
Ok, now you’re actually walking away from it. This is a bad bad bad call. Even if we pretend it’s time to let the frittata set (it isn’t), you’re not at the “leaving the frittata unattended” level. Who do you think you are, son? Well it’s surely ruined now.
Oh crap. Look at his face! I think he has just realized he screwed this one up too.
It’s ok, Mike. I’d look like I was gonna cry too.
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