I just got back from the store and decided to make a recipe from The Cracker Kitchen, a celebration of the recipes of po’ folks in the South. The book contains variations of several family favorites that show up on my table frequently, so y’all know where I come from.
One in particular struck my eyeballs last night and I decided, knowing that I had to hit the parts store first thing in the morning, that I would whip up the spinach quiche, a delicious melange featuring 4 large beaten eggs, a package of thawed and drained frozen spinach, a 16 oz. container of small curd cottage cheese, chopped green onions, and 2 cups of sharp shredded cheddar cheese baked in a piecrust at 325 for an hour. Doesn’t that sound yummy?
Since I didn’t have green onions, I substituted a handful or so (I have large hands) of chopped yellow onions. I had a leftover tomato half I was afraid would go bad in the fridge, so I chopped that up and tossed it in, too. I believe some finely chopped ham or bacon would be lovely in it as well, but the deep dish pie was overflowing (plus I didn’t have any on hand. Maybe next time.)
That bad boy is baking in the oven, so I’ll go ahead and get a blueberry pie whipped up since the oven is on. Then I’ll let y’all know how the quiche turned out.
Update: The quiche was really good. I think about 8 strips of cooked backon chopped up and mixed in would have made it perfect. On the other hand, SwampMan might have eaten the other half of the quiche as well if it had bacon in it. Gotta think about that one. SwampMan gave it his seal of approval which means that he’d like me to fix it again.
I do not know what I’ve done with my marble rolling pin. I suppose I put it somewhere out of reach so that small boys couldn’t conk themselves in the head (I usually have it on the rolling pin stand on the counter). Or did I put it in one of the outside freezers to chill it for a batch of cookies that I didn’t make? I dunno; I wasn’t able to find it and, rather than waste more time looking for it, I ended up rolling out pie dough on the marble slab under some waxed paper with a big can of Bush’s baked beans. As you can tell, I’m not exactly a stickler for using the right tool for the job. Whatever works is my philosophy.