What to say. What to say.
Keeping in mind that I am the person who considers five minutes early to be late, the fact that I left this until Tuesday night to make didn't bode well.
Crust. Easy. Peasy.
Pie chains. Such a simple concept, but oh so effective.
All filled and ready for the eggs and cream...
Oops. The crust was compromised and filling went over the edge. That's gonna make a mess...
For better or worse, the quiche made it out of the oven and onto the cooling rack. Fortunately, the spillage wasn't as bad as I had initially thought and it didn't impact things too much.
I would love to tell you how wonderful this is, but I haven't tried any yet. My sense of taste and smell still haven't recovered from whatever it is that my body has been fighting. Saltiness is about the only flavor I can pick up on these days; so unless it's a Saltine or a pretzel, I am pretty much not interested. The Runner Girl has been nibbling at it over the past couple of days, so I shall take that as an endorsement.
The tart dough was a dream to work with. It came together quickly and rolled out beautifully. The only issue was my leaving a divot in the side... Totally not the dough's fault.
You can find a couple of bloggers posted versions of the recipe here and here.
To see many other renditions of this quiche, check out French Fridays with Dorie.