Fifty Helping

There is always a reason for my sometimes inexplicable decisions, choices and occasional blunders on life’s exciting journey,

Today’s choice of activity was the result of a sale of gruyere cheese imported from Switzerland.

Last week, when I was advised of the event (by email, of course) I ordered immediately. Then my thoughts wafted back to a party my love and I had given one winter’s night when the moon was full and the world seemingly still full of laughter,

I served (as I recall) ten quiche, some with crab meat, one or two with tiny tomatoes and mushrooms and the remainder with the famed Switzerland cheese,. So yes, I wanted a trip down Memory Lane especially since Will has a cold and will not be visiting today,

It sounded so simple. However, I must confess I had a premade pie crust in the freezer, and quiche filling is virtually impossible to complicate.

I also admit (Although the Quiche Lorraine is now complete, warm and, I do say, quite good looking,) I am now wilted.

The preparation was simplistic. The ingredients even more so especially with the frozen crust. StilI I almost stopped midway wondering why I was baking. There is no “need” since there is always quite a good menu available in the Pub dining area of my residence.

No, I reasoned, I enjoy cooking, and it is far more fun than watching old reruns of Morse, despite my love affair with John Thaw. However, I still wondered why the fatigue, the exhaustion, when obviously, I had made the choice,

Then reality hit. In order to use the lovely, but small kitchen area in my current home, I must relocate everything but the refrigerator. Manual labor indeed, but mandatory. It is not prudent to bake a quiche when bananas reside in the oven, nor use the Cuisinart when it is asleep in a closet.

When I recalled the night I so effortlessly served the ten quiche. I neglected to remember the fifty hands who helped (Four eager youngsters and a strong reliable husband) all made it such fun on that winter’s night when the moon was full.

Even though now I am weary, I will admit the quiche does look quite good. Perhaps next week I may try to bake Ella Pickles’ famous recipe for zucchini bread,

First, however, I must find a new home for the bananas