Yesterday after heading home an hour early from work (sick + tired + nausea + cramps + no lunch break + 2-3 hour long meeting = blech) I recovered enough to, or rather the drugs kicked in and I was able to, cook. I put in one of my new movies and got to work marinating steak (to be used tonight) and then whipping up a spinach quiche…
See, I got all the cream cheese, egg, and spinach into the crust (which I bought at the store, not trusting myself – rightly it turns out – to make pastry) and popped it in the oven. But then two minutes later, glancing through the recipe to see how long it should cook, I realized I’d forgotten the parmesan cheese! Quick as you’d like, I dragged it out and mixed in the parmesan and tossed it back into the furnace.
Then I realized that if I had forgotten the parmesan, I might have forgotten the cheddar as well…and I had. Back to the oven, quick quick! The crust was turning a lovely golden color by this time, and I couldn’t have been more ticked at it for looking yummy when I’d apparently left out half the ingredients.
And THEN, after I put it back in the oven, I banged my head (metaphorically) against the counter when I saw the green onions sitting in smug little rows on the other cutting board, taunting me with their not-in-the-quiche-ness.
Finally I got everything mixed in (at various stages of baking) but THEN I forgot about it after I collapsed on the sofa in defeat. All in all, the crust has come out a fearsome black…but the inside still tastes pretty good.