I was intrigued by a couple of pretty frittatas baked in bundt pans that I saw in the blogosphere over the last couple weeks (here and here, for example...)  I love frittatas, and yes, they are a seriously fast food to throw together.  But here's where my usual problem comes into play.  Inevitably, as I'm at the crucial point where I have to keep the egg curd moving and lifting and the uncooked egg flowing around and under the edges one of the following things happens: Someone screams. Someone bleeds from the head. Someone knocks on the door. Someone needs their bum wiped. (I'm sorry if that grossed you out, but really, that's life View Post