Saturday, February 25, 2012

Weekend Cooking: Quiche anyone?

While Grace fumbled through some cookbooks tucked away on the corner of the counter, I clicked through the radio stations until Grace's mom said, "Stop right there!" when I got to some rather funky-sounding pop station.. She stood, holding a box. "I think my work here is done. Have fun, kids. I'll be back .... sometime."

Grace barely seemed to notice her leaving. She gestured at me. "Isabel, eggs and cheese and mild are in the fridge. Sam, we need to make plain old piecrusts. Would you preheat the oven to two-thirty and get us some pans?"

Isabel was staring inside the fridge. "There's, like, eight thousand kinds of cheese in here. It all looks the same to me."

"You do the oven, let Sam get the cheese and stuff. He knows food," Grace said. She was standing on her tiptoes to get flour out of an overhead cupboard; it stretched her body gorgeously and made me want in the worst way to touch the bare skin exposed on her lower back. But then she heaved the flour down and I'd missed my chance, so I traded places with Isabel, grabbed some sharp cheddar and eggs and mild, and threw it all on the counter.

Grace was already involved with cutting shortening and flour in a bowl by the time I'd finished cracking eggs and whisk in some mayonnaise. The kitchen was suddenly full of activity, as if we were legion.

"What the hell is this?" Isabel demanded, staring at a package Grace had handed her.

Grace snorted with laughter. "It's a mushroom."

"It looks like it came out of a cow's rear end."

"I'd like that cow," Grace said leaning past Isabel to slap some butter into a saucepan. "Its butt would be worth a million. Saute those in there for a few minutes til they're nice and yummy."

"How long?"

"Till they're yummy," I repeated.

"You heard the boy," Grace said. She reached out a hand. "Pan!"

"Help her," I told Isabel. "I'll take care of yummy since you can't."

"I'm already yummy," muttered Isabel. She handed two pans to Grace, and Grace deftly unfolded the pie pastry - magic - into the bottom of each. She began to show Isabel how to crimp the edges. The entire process seemed very well-worn; I got the idea that Grace could've done this whole thing a lot faster without me and Isabel in her way.

Isabel caught me smiling at the sight of the two of them crimping piecrusts. "What are you smiling at? Look at your mushrooms!"

I rescued the mushrooms in time and added the spinach that Grace pushed into my hands.

"My mascara." Isabel's voice rose above the increasing clamour, and I looked to see her and Grace laughing and crying while cutting onions. The the little onions' powerful odour hit my nose and burned my eyes, too.

I offered my saute pan to them. "Throw them in here. It'll kill it a bit."

Isabel scraped them of a cutting board into the pan and Grace slapped my butt with a flour-covered hand. I craned my neck, trying to see if she'd left a print, while Grace rubbed her hand in leftover flour to get better coverage and tried again.

The main reason why this section caught my attention and I thought that it would be a Weekend Cooking post is because the little chef (who is suddenly taller than me and so therefore I might need to rename) learnt how to make quiche last year at school. This is one of the recipes that he has since made a few times at home too. We tend to use puff pastry rather than shortcrust, but that's okay.

There is a certain irony in the fact that he likes quiche enough to make numerous times. Even when he was a toddler kid, he was always happy to eat quiche, but he absolutely refuses to eat any other type of eggs. Won't eat boiled, fried, scrambled eggs or any other kind of eggs. Even if the eggs are hidden (say in a potato salad or something) he knows they are there and won't eat it but quiche is fine

When he makes quiche, he uses the eggs and some milk to make the egg mixture. I am not going to be the one to tell him that is exactly how I make omelette (which he refuses to try), even down to the same kinds of fillings that he puts in the quiche - ham, cheese mushrooms etc.(maybe not mushrooms that look like they came out of a cow's behind though).

Unfortunately, given that he is now 13 and still won't do it, I suspect that he just will never learn to appreciate eggs. I wonder what would happen if I made a quiche exactly the same way and just called it an egg and ham pie?

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  1. I have a feeling he'd turn down an "egg and ham pie," but you never know. Pretty funny about eggs being such a turn-off to him, except in quiche.

    1. I know, right? And it has always been that way!

  2. Maybe it's a rebellious phase he's going through and one day he'll suddenly appreciate eggs? One can hope :) Also, if he's regularly making quiche, he's probably getting enough egg (but don't tell him that) ;)

    Your excerpt has made me want to make quiche again this week. It's one of my go-to weekday night dinners anyway (but with puff pastry, you're so right about that! Fast and easy :)).

    1. Chinoiseries, if it's a rebellious phase, then he's been going through it since he was 2!

      Hope you enjoy your quiche if you make it!

  3. Strange that he'll eat quiche and not any other type of egg dish. Your post has put me in the mood for quiche - it may just show up on my menu plan for the week!

    1. I hope you enjoy your quiche if you do make it this week JoAnn.

  4. Funny about the omelets. Maybe part of it is that he is cooking the quiche himself? I love using puff pastry too.

    1. Not sure Beth. He has always liked cracking eggs, but that's it really.

  5. Your post has made me crave quiche as well.

    1. I think I am going to have to make it soon too! Or rather, get him to make it!

  6. That is so funny that he will only eat eggs in quiche! My girls love quiche and ask for it regularly. When they were little, it was one of the most efficient ways to get them to eat a variety of vegetables!

    1. Because the little chef is the one who is doing the cooking of the quiche, adding vegetables isn't necessarily a priority. The other day I threw in some mushrooms that I had in the fridge and he was mortified!



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