If I’d had a choice between getting up 1 1/2 hours early and baking a quiche or sleeping in… It would have been an easy decision.
Except my little demon decided to make that choice for me. And so, finding myself with a bit of extra time this morning, I decided it was a fine time for quiche.
I take a very lazy approach to quiche. I unroll a prepared crust and press it into a tart pan. Then I dump in whichever meats and cheeses I happen to have. Today that was ham and a variety of shredded cheeses in need of being used up.
Then I whisked together 6 eggs, a splash of fat-free half-and-half (because it was already on the counter for my coffee and getting the milk would have required I walk across the kitchen), a bit of thyme, some salt and pepper. About 25 minutes at 400F and I had a beautiful quiche that Parker gobbled for breakfast and was easily packed for lunch.
I then found myself with just a bit of raw pie crust (from the trimmings around the edge of the tart pan). On a whim, I rolled them out, slapped some strawberry jam in the center, folded and crimped, then tossed it in the oven, too. A strawberry pastry.
After adding fruit, I found I still had one spare container section. Protein and whole grains always being good choices, I slapped some peanut butter on a whole-wheat tortilla, popped in half a banana and rolled it up.
And as Parker headed out the door for a summer camp field trip, he already was putting in his request for tomorrow.
“Can I have more quiche tomorrow?”
No. I want to sleep in.