It’s been a long night. It is time for Ice Cream and Chocolate and time to revisit the long-neglected blog. It is time because the benefit of having a long night is coming out of it with a story to tell, or, as the case may be, a story to post on one’s blog.
Tomorrow, I am supposed to take a meal to some friends who just had twins. Their second set. In less than two years. My sister-in-law, who is living with us, is working for this family and so I had planned to have the meal ready in the morning to send in with her. I went grocery shopping today for the ingredients I didn’t have for the meal I planned to make. But, as evening came around, I thought about this meal I was going to make and decided that, after several days of dealing with a sick and very needy little boy and running on less-than-usual sleep do to several late-night events recently, I needed to crash early and therefore opt for something easier. So, I decided to switch my menu and make a quiche. I have a really good quiche recipe that I got from a friend and it is the easiest good meal I make. I knew that I had recently bought some refrigerated pie crusts (note that they come in packages of two–this will be important). I just assumed that I had everything else on hand. This was mistake #1.
I had already begun the quiche-making process when I realized that I was a bit short on Swiss cheese and did not have a can of evaporated milk. It was late enough in the evening now that there was no way I was going to go back to the more complicated meal I had originally planned. Besides, I had four eggs cracked and waiting and a pie crust layered with onion and bacon on the kitchen counter. So, I called my good friend a few doors down and she came through with the evaporated milk. (She didn’t have the cheese but I decided I could make do with what I had.) I left my good dog, Rolen to guard the house (and the sleeping babe) while I walked to my neighbor’s to pick up the milk. We chatted for a bit. I checked out the door a couple times to make sure no one was lurking by the house and trusted my faithful, protective pooch. Mistake #2? Well, he didn’t let in any strangers.
But, he did eat my pie crust. And onion. And bacon. Which he pulled right off the kitchen counter. He cleaned out the pie pan and was downstairs hiding when I got home.
So, I cooked some more bacon, and some onions. I pulled out my second pie crust (Thank you Pillsbury for forcing me to buy two of your refrigerated pie crusts in one package.) and started over. My old faithful easy recipe is usually much easier than it was tonight.
I have one minute until the quiche comes out of the oven. Then, I should probably take the dog out.
