You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song ...
Not wanting to be slow to SODO, I ran like Jesse Owens and drove like Richard Petty and prayed like Pope Francis that the Great God of Traffic Lights would favor me with fortune. I made it in just under 41 minutes from sitting up in bed to sitting down in my doctor's waiting room. And I waited, for her, and while I waited, I thought about food. Specifically I thought about chicken schmaltz, and that led me to coconut milk and .... well, you'll just have to tune in tomorrow.
The Promised Quiche of Springtime
4 tablespoons schmaltz and/or butter
4 spring onions, sliced thin
12 oz. sliced button mushrooms
1 pound asparagus, trimmed and sliced diagonally
2 deep dish frozen pie crusts (Mrs. Smith's)
2 cups shredded cheese (1 cup mozzarella, 1 cup sharp cheddar)
6 thin slices capacollo, cut or pulled into bite-sized pieces
1/2 cup flame-roasted red peppers (sweet pimento), patted dry, sliced
4 teaspoons grated Pecorino Romano
2 cups heavy cream
1 teaspoon Italian seasoning
pinch of nutmeg
dash of granulated garlic
I do have a confession to make. When the asparagus begat the springtime theme, the first song that came to mind was "Springtime for Hitler" from "The Producers." Try as I might - and when it comes to anything by Mel Brooks, I try really hard - I could not find a nice way to work it in. I mean, imagine calling this my "Springtime for Hitler" quiche? Pretty awful. What is not awful is one of my favorite actors singing what can only be described as the most politically incorrect song in the history of modern cinema. That is indeed John Barrowman, with his normal good looks marred by the swastika on his armband and the Guy Fieri bleach job. Never mind all that, he's gorgeous, he's sexy, and he can sing like an angel. I'd make this quiche for him anytime.