Mini Quichie-ism

I love playgroup. I love the women and I love the kids. I love that we all try to feed our children well, and yet nobody cares when the hostess breaks out 50 Chicken McNuggets to feed the 15 children on a Friday afternoon. In fact, we find it to be genius and adopt the practice as our own.

I also love that they all Oooh and Ahhh over my mini-quiches that were, in reality a little soggy on the underside. And given that Lent is impacting the wine consumption, I think they meant it.

Just to prove to Lovely Jill that I actually made them and am not just passing Trader Joe's off as my own, here's the recipe. Though I didn't take pictures, so I guess I could still be lying:

Mix two eggs, 2/3 cup cream, and 2 tbsp dijon mustard in one container; and 4 oz of corn, 1c. shredded cheddar, and half a chopped red pepper in another. I used a biscuit cutter to make puff-pastry rounds just slightly bigger than the bottom of muffin tin (12 smallish). Spoon the corn mix into the center of each round, pour a little of the egg over top, back at 350 for about 20 minutes. They did taste good, especially if you like your puff pastry a little doughy which I do. And apparently so do my friends. Or at least, they love me enough to say they do.

So, in college my roommate - Fabulous Ness, and I invented a religion one night. The basis of the religion was that she and I could marry as many men as we wanted and we would all live together - commune style. The purpose was to marry men with many different talents so we essentially didn't have to pay for anything or do anything for our selves. We were going to marry Nick - our hair stylist, David Duchovny - this was pre-sex addiction revelation, Trevor - a particularly cute RA to organize our social lives....etc. The point of this story is that we were eating quiche at the time, and so (logically) named the religion Quichie-ism. Um. Anyway. I'm done now.