Betty Cracker

I originally followed the recipe as published in The Post, with one exception: it featured Gorgonzola cheese, and we didn’t have that, so I used feta. To be honest, it wasn’t very good. The lemon zest overpowered everything else. It would have probably worked with a stronger cheese like Gorgonzola, but the zest just rudely elbowed that feta out of the way and dominated the dish. But while that particular quiche sucked, it was a good proof of concept nonetheless, and I’ve made a few pastry puff quiches since then. So simple!

First, you line an 8 x 8 baking dish with parchment paper and plonk the thawed square of puff pastry on it, forming a well to hold the rest of the ingredients:

Then, you add whatever you want in the quiche — I sauteed some mild peppers the mister grew in the garden plus half an onion and threw that in the crust:

Then I added a couple of handfuls of shredded jack and cheddar that we had in the fridge to the veggie mixture, whisked up four eggs and the cream along with some salt and pepper and poured that over the top of everything else.

 

 

Then I popped it in a 400-degree oven for half an hour, and voila — quiche!

 

Sharp-eyed readers may note that I overcooked this quiche. Damn it! In previous attempts, I’ve started checking it at around 20 minutes, and as soon as it was mostly set but the center was still the teensiest bit wobbly, I removed it from the oven. Last night, I got distracted by something and didn’t check until it had been cooking the full 30 minutes, so it was overdone. But still tasty!

The mister occasionally notes that I’m a good cook but sometimes don’t know when to stop cooking. It’s my belief that people who are eating something that another person has cooked for them should keep such observations to themselves, but I admit it is true. I blame my British Isles heritage. But anyway, quiche.

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