Break a fever, bake a quiche

Our office was so stiffing hot this afternoon, I almost fell asleep at my desk numerous times. I'm not sure if there was a problem with the air conditioning or if I was just a complete idiot for wearing a cardigan sweater when it was almost 90 degrees outside, but by the time the day was over, I was convinced I had a fever.

That's right. I had a fever. And the only prescription was more cow bell ...

... and a nap.

After taking a nap with the bedroom fan blowing cool air directly onto my face, I felt much better.

So I came downstairs and made vegetarian quiche! (That's right! Two vegetarian dinners in a row! If I don't feed Clayton some beef tomorrow night, he's probably going to run out into a cow pasture with a knife and fork.)

I've never made quiche and I've certainly never made my own pie crust before, so this was definitely a first. Between the quiche and pesto, this has been a week of culinary firsts for me! Sure, most seasoned chefs can whip up these kinds of dishes in their sleep, but hey, I'm new to the party.

Making the pie crust took surprisingly no time at all, and despite some dough-rolling disasters I've suffered over the years when I've made sugar cookies, I shaped it pretty evenly.

The next step in making quiche is to sauté your veggies of choice. For us, this included broccoli, onions and garlic. The recipe I used called for an entire onion and in hindsight, this might have been too much. Clayton cares for onions not at all, and the quiche ended up having a rather strong onion taste. When I make this recipe again, I'll only use a quarter of an onion and up the garlic ante instead. I'd rather have garlic dragon breath than onion dragon breath.

After the veggies became tender in the skillet, I spooned them into the pie crust and sprinkled with cheese. I didn't have quite enough mozzarella, so I ended up making a half mozzarella, half cheddar cheese combo. Cheese is cheese, so I wasn't worried about the flavor mingling. It was actually a good choice. An even better choice? Making the 1 1/2 cups of cheese the recipe called for into 2 1/2 cups of cheese.

Next, I mixed 4 eggs with skim milk and seasoning to make the "binding agent" that held my quiche together. I poured the egg/milk mixture over the veggies and cheese, and my quiche was ready to go into the oven!

My personal issue with this particular recipe is that the quiche needed well over the required 30 minutes to thicken and become sturdy. When all was said and done, I had the quiche in the oven for almost 50 minutes, with me constantly racing back to the kitchen with a fork to test the middle. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. However, Clay had to get to the barber shop before they closed and I have to leave in a softball game in about half an hour. Quiche is definitely not a meal on-the-go!

In all, I'm pretty pleased with how the dish turned out though as I said before, the onion taste was a bit much. I was actually really paranoid that Clayton hated it and just didn't have the heart to tell me. He insisted he liked it and cleaned his plate completely, but I dunno. I just feel bad when I know I made something he didn't love. But it was my first try with a brand new dish and a brand new recipe, and I guess I just need a few more tries to perfect it.

Are you guys getting sick of these food posts? If you are, I'll totally stop writing them (lie). I've just gotten really into my cooking lately and I feel like I'm on a personal vendetta to try my hand at making as many yummy things as possible. Food is an inevitably huge part of our lives, and I just happen to enjoy cooking my food as much as I love eating it (well, almost).

While the quiche continued to bake in the oven, Clay and I sat at the kitchen table to chat about our days. Joey decided he wanted to be in on the conversation, so he hopped on my lap and Clayton tried to snap a few pictures. They didn't turn out too well.

Please excuse my bird's nest of a hairdo. I just woke up from a nap. What do you want from me!?

Well, I best be getting ready for my softball game. I have to find a clean sports bra (which is surprisingly hard to do despite owning like, 50 of them), put on my cleats and try to brush the onion taste out of my mouth.

P.S. Clay just got back from getting his hair cut and said that the barber was "aggressively fast". I have to go figure out what that means.