I make a pretty damn good quiche, even if I do say so myself.

I make a pretty damn goo quiche, even if I do say so myself.

I forget why I decided to make one the first time I tried, but I wanted to make something Syd could have as soon as she got home, and would keep form a while. The internet says that they can keep for a week or two in the fridge and a couple of months in the freezer. They are also fairly cheap, and better for you than a Big Mac (which I’ll admit is not saying much) so they’ve got that going for them.

I can actually cook many, many things, but today I’m bragging about quiche because I can. It was moist and delicious, it was F’in good ham quiche. I don’t normally go in for eggs, but I’m okay when they’re mixed up with ham and spinach and cheese and other things. I don’t make pie crusts though, I buy them. No one has ever noticed, but I’m sure you’ll all pretend to now.

It me thinking about cooking though, and how I went about it.

I started with lunch, because I wanted to feed myself. My mother once didn’t want to go to the trouble of making me something, probably alphabet soup, and instead of waiting for her, I did it myself. After that, it got easier and easier to cook for myself. Still though, until I was about ten or eleven I only ever made lunch type things.

I made Dinner because I wanted to cook for others. Well… partly I wanted to cook for other people, partly I wanted to control what we were eating. I wanted to have the dish I wanted to have, and who was going to stop me from making dinner? Still though, because I was getting to an age where being able to cook was a good thing. Most my friends could not or would not cook, so my doing it meant that I fed a lot of people in my time.

Finally, I learned to make breakfast for… the most obvious of reasons. Maybe they’re not obvious to you, but three people who know me just nodded their heads sadly. I don’t actually eat breakfast myself, but I understood that females do sometimes eat the most important meal of the day. So I learned to cook pancakes, fry and egg, make an omelet, and of course... waffles! I can now produce a range of breakfast items, most of which I don’t actually eat myself. However, by the time making breakfast for a lover who had stayed the night became an issue, the complexities had already been established and making breakfast isn’t the same under those circumstances. Still, I can make Syd an omelet now and then, so it all works out and I make a good damn quiche.

No I am not stalling! I am going to look up those recipes in a moment, I just happened to have this on my mind and thought I would share. Okay?