The Easiest Luxury

I've been really busy since August. In a manner of speaking, this means that the shoemaker's children sometimes go without shoes. I still do a lot of scratch cooking at home, but sometimes I need to coast in order to catch my breath. The need for a break has caused me to present the occasional uninspired dinner here at home. Hey, I'm not a machine.

My imagination had decided that tonight would be a night on the town, complete with fancy dinner. Mi esposo , however, has been working a lot of weekends and working quite hard, I might add. I can tell that his well-being would benefit more from a night on the pillow rather than a night on the town. That's OK...the "town" is not going anywhere. I'll catch up later.

Keep in mind I had a craving for top-notch food. Keep in mind I have to start tomorrow for a short but grueling week of Thanksgiving preparation for (literally) scores of people. The Cliffs Note version is: "I want it all and I want it easy".

This means quiche.

I know there is a school of thought that insists that quiche is a temperamental egg custard that fails as often as it succeeds. Perhaps I break a rule or two (you will never tell by taste) but quiche is my fail-safe entree. Forgive me for boasting, but I once was hired for a hard-to-get cooking job by making the boss a quiche on the fly for my cooking test.

And...(shhhh!!!) I think it's so flippin' easy.

Pie Crust. Check!
Eggs. Check!
Good Cheese. Check!
Onion or other aromatic. Check!
Maybe some meat. Check!
Optional Veg. Check or uncheck.

Throw it all together and put it in a hot oven for 25 minutes and it tastes like the food of the gods.

Remember the book "Real Men Don't Eat Quiche" that was so popular in the early 1980's? Well, I've never met a real man who has much power over a savory pie with fillings like creamy eggs, crispy bacon, and robust cheese and onion. And the girls like it, too (envision a proper luncheon)...including yours truly.

And in the 20 minutes it took me to write this, my drop-dead gorgeous quiche got done. And honey, I don't much care that we didn't go out to the land of the white tablecloth...'cause with a little salad of baby spinach, I'd be hard-pressed to find a better dinner anywhere. So little effort and esposo went back for seconds. :)

xo