The one-egg quiche

NOTE: I found this post when I was writing the one from last night. Since I have not blogged the salad, nor the recycled corn and potato soup from the shrimps, and since I found the photo for his one, you’re getting it.  It dates from a week or two or three ago, I don’t remember. But it was good.

It even came out of the ramekin nicely.

I’m being a good girl.

I wanted to use leftovers before I left town in the morning. I wanted something light for dinner. And I thought to myself, “Self? You could use that asparagus and make you a little baby quiche.”

And that is exactly what self did.

I took one egg; maybe 1/4 or 1/3 cup of heavy cream; 1/3 cup or so of grated parmigiano, and beat all that together. Added freeze-dried basil, because, well, basil. Chopped up the remaining half-ish of the pound of asparagus I’d grilled Sunday. Added a handful of dried tomatoes. No salt or pepper, counting on the taste of the cheese  and the veggie seasoning to carry it. Sprayed a 4-inch ramekin with cooking spray, filled it up, baked it at 350 for maybe 30 minutes.

Um. ‘Scuse me? I really am still here….

Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa. I really do love all y’all. I’ve just been…busy. Stressed. Traveling. Not cooking.

Ham biscuits, quiche cups, and assorted other good stuff.

Except for this spread I turned out for Grandchild 1′s dedication brunch, which was quite a tasty spread, and not a half-bad-looking-one, if I do say so myownself. Helps that Child B has a quite nice dining room table and lots of nice serving ware in which to display it.

Saturday doings

See? A lovely thing, it is. Tasty, too.

Well, it’s been a busy day. I’m mostly ready to cook for Thanksgiving, albeit I have to go back to the grocery Wednesday and pick up fresh green beans, because I forgot ‘em, and the stuff for the Reuben chowder that I’m going to make sometime over the weekend, because I forgot that, and the red cabbage for the weekend’s sauerbraten, because I forgot that, too.

But none of that is critical to Thanksgiving dinner, for which I think I have everything I need, barring the Valhrona chocolate, which I should’ve bought at the Culinary District when I was in there twice this week, but I’ll eat lunch in there at least once next week anyway.

And just because I felt like breakfast-for-dinner, because I did, it was quiche and a sweet potato latke.

And I am apparently afflicted with a case of the ague, because it seems my hand was shaking when I took this and therefore it is woefully out of focus. You’ll get over it.

Sunday. Rain. TV. Kitchen.

Or, today’s yang to yesterday’s yin. Or the other way around.

I had hoped the rain would hold off and give me some time outdoors, but it didn’t happen. So I’ve been in the kitchen in fits and starts all day.

The savory...

...and the sweet.

The toll so far: A pot of chorizo-lentil-tomato soup; sausage and biscuits for the week; a “what’s-in-the-fridge” quiche; and an apple upside-down cake. And white beans on to soak, to go in the crock-pot tomorrow morning early.