2) Yes, I'm still a vegetarian. I considered a meal or two of exception with the holidays, as our family's traditions include Swedish meatballs on Christmas Eve, and it's like eating a memory, a very tasty memory. But in a timely twist, my sister decided to mix it up and cook up something totally different. And while her pecan-crusted fancy-pants tenderloin made me drool right onto my salad, I held my own and stuck with the comfort food side-dishes of lefse, mashed potatoes, fruit salad with fruit-cancelling marshmallows, carrots, more lefse, some lefse, a bowl of cranberry-squash soup my incredible Mama bought just for me, Oreo truffles, and some lefse. I fared just fine.
Still bewildered by last month's aftermath, I find myself unable to travel down any written path considered thought-provoking, so I'll just stick to something simple: what I had for dinner tonight.
I got a fantastic cookbook for Christmas: How to Cook Everything Vegetarian, by Mark Bittman. I flipped through this food-version of War and Peace and landed on a chapter about eggs and cheese. There I read about quiche. Quiche! Of course! I like quiche! Why haven't I thought about making this before? Here is my simple cheddar-and-feta quiche with Rosemary. (Of note: I might have used my favorite Pillsbury cheater pie crust again, as I did in the Indian Pot Pie that I blogged about last year in 2013).
And yes, that is roasted broccoli you see there. It still hasn't killed me. Which is good, because then my blog site moniker would be all kinds of wrong.
My first attempt at this dish? Come over here, pucker up and gimme another quiche. I did good.
