10/05/2006: "Real knitters eat quiche"

So I'm sitting here eating my lunch (Quiche Lorraine, carrots and ranch dip, a mealy white peach - it's the end of the season and it shows) and wondering how on earth I've managed to forget how much I love quiche. I guess it's age or something. It's easy to forget these things. You go for months without quiche because you think the pie crust is too fattening, or you just don't need the bacon bits, or there's no excuse to eat that many eggs, or whatever. And then you rediscover the simple wonderfulness of it and everything's good. You forgot but the upside is that lightning bolt feeling of, "MAN, have I missed this!"

It all started innocently enough. Last week Dave asked me if he could pick up something at the store for me to nosh on for dinner. He was suffering from a stomach bug and so we weren't "doing dinner" so much as he was eating applesauce and I was heating things up. But I was fast running out of single serving things to heat.

I asked him to get a quiche because it just sounded good. Since I wasn't sure if Raley's would have a fresh quiche in the deli section (sometimes they do, sometimes they don't), I asked him to get some chicken poppers too. Good man that he is, he got a frozen Nancy's quiche because the deli was out of fresh, and he got the chicken, too. That night I ate the chicken, felt full and skipped the quiche.

Then, on Sunday, we drove out to Tracy (yarn! yarn!) and when we stopped for a birthday lunch on the way home, I had my quiche. The quiche at Mimi's Cafe is really tasty and I enjoyed it thoroughly. In fact that was sort of why I recommended Mimi's to Dave in the first place. They have a lot of good food, but boy was I jonesing for that quiche.

On Tuesday I was at Raley's and lo and behold, there was a lovely Quiche Lorraine in the deli section so I popped it right into my cart. I've had it for lunch yesterday and today and I have to tell you I'm really sorry I can't have it tomorrow too. I suspect that Dave, who is back to normal food, will have eaten the last slice for lunch today, which is fine since it's his quiche too (by virtue of marriage, not because I really want to share the quiche), but it means no more quiche in the house. I know I could go to the store and buy another but I won't because we have other things for lunch in the house. This is how I wind up forgetting how much I like the stuff. I just can't help but wish for a magic pie plate, which would refill with luscious quiche when I wasn't looking. Quiche elves! I would love that.

As long as they didn't leave any quiche elf evidence lying around. Because that would be creepy.

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10/05/2006: "Real knitters eat quiche"