Well, the quiche is made. You have no idea how much I was
shaking during making this? I cook. I have cooked all of my life but when you
have the best quiches from my Mother in law years ago when she was alive, she
was known for many things, and baking was one of them. Then you have two friends
who make absolutely delicious ones, and then there is me.
Now, I never measure, I don’t look up recipe’s either I just
go for it….
Hub kept asking, “Don’t you want to go on the net and look
up the ingredients at least?”
Nope.
Why you may ask. Well it is then when I get more anxious recipes
to me are some kind of decoding system. Smile.
Double Dutch as my Mum used to say. Double Dutch. Where does
that come from? There are a host of phrases in English that include the word
Dutch in them. Well the Netherlands are on our doorstep after all. Mind you, so
is France. They say its trade and war. Both England and Holland have a vigorous
wide ranging maritime trading tradition which dates back to the 16th
century. England imported many commodities from Holland and gave them Dutch
names.
You may have heard of
Dutch cheese? Dutch barn? Dutch hoe and Dutch courage.
Well, back to my quiche. Haha. I’m going to attempt to slice
it now. But I can tell you I don’t have much faith as it did have the look
about it, the pastry that is, like a knitted jumper. A little wholly.
It may be omelette for dinner tonight.
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