back to the nineties...
i am making a breakfast quiche. even though i have no flour, it's shaping up to be pretty good nonetheless. i sauteed lots of peppers, onions and mushrooms and lite breakfast sausages to put in it, and sprinkled a blend of cheeses over the top.
this makes me miss my old house. this is an old weight watchers recipe that i learned how to make in my old kitchen with the pink countertops, looking out at the beautiful green yard. i miss certain neighbors. i remember making this quiche when we would have brunch, me, maryann, joanna, judi and sometimes rosie, on summer mornings while the kids were playing. someone would bring a big bag of bagels and muffins and cream cheese, and we'd sit under the big oak tree outside my kitchen door and gossip. oh, and maryann would bring her giant industrial sized urn of coffee! we drank a lot of coffee!
i only moved a few streets away, but it seems like a completely different city. we hardly know our neighbors now, we don't socialize with any of them. it's not a neighborhood feeling like hawthorne road was. we floated in the pool together, sat by fires some nights, babysat each other's kids. god, so much time has passed.
today i pulled out my old ratty recipe book to get the quiche recipe out, and there were recipes in there from maryann and judi. it made it feel all wrong to be making this quiche in this house. i should be able to look out the french doors, past the pool and see nothing but green woods, instead of the apartment project that's behind us now. there is just something about living in this neighborhood that is not restful to my soul. and that's what i'm missing more than anything.
anyone want some quiche?
this makes me miss my old house. this is an old weight watchers recipe that i learned how to make in my old kitchen with the pink countertops, looking out at the beautiful green yard. i miss certain neighbors. i remember making this quiche when we would have brunch, me, maryann, joanna, judi and sometimes rosie, on summer mornings while the kids were playing. someone would bring a big bag of bagels and muffins and cream cheese, and we'd sit under the big oak tree outside my kitchen door and gossip. oh, and maryann would bring her giant industrial sized urn of coffee! we drank a lot of coffee!
i only moved a few streets away, but it seems like a completely different city. we hardly know our neighbors now, we don't socialize with any of them. it's not a neighborhood feeling like hawthorne road was. we floated in the pool together, sat by fires some nights, babysat each other's kids. god, so much time has passed.
today i pulled out my old ratty recipe book to get the quiche recipe out, and there were recipes in there from maryann and judi. it made it feel all wrong to be making this quiche in this house. i should be able to look out the french doors, past the pool and see nothing but green woods, instead of the apartment project that's behind us now. there is just something about living in this neighborhood that is not restful to my soul. and that's what i'm missing more than anything.
anyone want some quiche?