Les Troi Quiches

Last night I made three quiches for a baby shower. The first quiche was a classic Quiche Lorraine. Julia Child says to K.I.S.S. and so I did. It was made with just well rendered bacon and a basic quiche base made from eggs, heavy cream, freshly grated nutmeg, salt and black pepper. Voila!

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For the next one I started by sauteing some mushrooms and shallots in butter. I got some good caramelization on then and deglazed with a bit of sherry. Then I added some spinach, cooked it down and finished it with a wee bit-o-cream. That quiche got the same base but I added some grated Gruyere on top. Presto!

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The last quiche was highly experimental. I took pop rocks and added them to a beaker with some vinegar and a dram of goats blood. Well, that’s not true. I cored a bunch of Brussels spouts, sauteed the leaves in some rendered bacon fat until they browned a bit then added some fresh sweet corn, thyme and a splash of balsamic vinegar. Finally I mixed in a little bit of the left over cooked bacon from the first quiche.  Aberacadabra!

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P.S. Yesterday the quiches were eaten. Surprisingly the Brussels sprout one went first. It was delicious! The others also turned out great.

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Dear Gentle Reader,

All three of you will be glad to know that, since I have no job or other discernible occupation at this time, I’ve decided to cut back on my daily ration of  House Hunters/HH International and write a bit here on ye olde blog. Since it’s been a while here’s the fast and dirty of the last year or so.

  • mom died
  • quit job
  • went to Egypt and Greece, got ripped off, spread some ashes
  • moved into the hippie house of doom (aka The Walker Ranch, more on this later)
  • went back to school full time, English Lit, SF State
  • wrote a lot of papers
  • decided on graduate school (MLIS, SJSU)
  • finished school save one class (more on this later)
  • embarked on a soul crushing job search

It’s been the worst of times, it’s been the OKest of times. A time of desperate grief,  challenges,  responsibility, lawyers, dog poo, group projects, guilt, beauty, social anxiety, Dickins/Dickinson, sad songs, ephipanies, haut cuisine, Victorian novels, changing personal relationships, inaccurately labeled boxes, pharmaceuticals, direct sunlight, BART, dread and The Housewives of Atlanta.  Sounds a lot like life, don’t it?

Christmas hugs