I am always amazed and touched by the outreach that can be found in the food-blogging community. Since food is such a nurturing force, perhaps it is only natural that many of the people behind the food espouse the same sentiment.
When you live in the Northeast, you expect to run across many different kinds of weather. Blizzards, yes. Ice storms, yes. The occasional tornado or earthquake, yes. Hurricanes/ superstorms/ frankenstorms, not so much.
After Irene and Lee last year, there is not much that surprises me from a weather perspective anymore.
This year, Upstate was spared the brunt of the storm - the areas that are still rebuilding from last year's disaster were spared.
Sadly, many communities South of us are now living the nightmare.
Like so many others, we spent most of Sunday and Monday glued to The Weather Channel and the local news. While the winds howled around us and the power flickered on and off, we kept a close eye on Twitter streams of those living through the heart of the monster called Sandy - amazed by the upbeat spirits and sense of community that was being displayed.
My thoughts are with everyone still working through the mess. Nature can be a real b----...
I know it sounds a little off-kilter, but my storm preparations always include 1) making sure the laundry is done and 2) there is some kind of dessert hanging around. If I am potentially going to be stuck with no power, there must be clean clothes and something sweet to eat. Fortunately, The Dude handles the practical things like filling buckets up with water, making sure there are candles and flashlights, filling up gas tanks and all of that stuff.
While he handled all that, I made a chocolate cake.
This "not-quite quiche" was prepared the day before the storm, while we were in the midst of "battening down the hatchets". The need to keep things simple was a driving force - so I ditched the crust. I was not interested in a trip to the grocery store, so I just went with what was already on hand. Leeks and dried mushrooms.
Hence, the mushroom and shallot quiche turned into a mushroom and leek "unquiche". Does that make it a baked omelet? I don't know.
My ability to stick to a recipe appears to be further degenerating.
Fortunately, the results were tasty.
Mushroom and Leek "Un-Quiche"
Adapted from Around My French Table
5 thin leeks, sliced into 1/4" slices (all of the whites and ~1/2 of the green parts)
1/2 cup dried mushrooms, reconstituted and roughly chopped (yield ~3/4 cup)
2 Tbs chopped fresh thyme
1 cup heavy cream
4 large eggs
1/2 tsp salt and 1/2 tsp pepper
1/2 cup grated cheese (I used cheddar)
Butter the bottom and side of a 9" pie plate and place plate on a baking sheet lined with a Silpat mat. Preheat oven to 350F.
Over medium heat, melt the butter in a large non-stick pan. Add leeks and saute until they just start to pick up color ~3-5 minutes. Add mushrooms and heat through. Sprinkle with thyme and cook an additional minute. Sprinkle mixture across the bottom of the prepared pie plate and let cool for ~10 minutes.
In a medium bowl, mix together the eggs, heavy cream, salt and pepper. Gently pour egg mixture over mushrooms and leeks. Sprinkle with cheese.
Place baking sheet with pie plate into pre-heated oven and bake until set - ~25 minutes. Cool for 20 minutes before serving.
On a non-food related note, Runner Girl's race last weekend was close to home - at one of the courses she used to run all of the time in high school. Two of her good friends from high school were also competing that day with their new teams. It was great to see the girls together again - even if they were all wearing different uniforms. Their high school coach came out to cheer them on. Runner Girl smashed her personal record on this course.
And in closing... you know how they talk about getting back on the horse.
I went horseback riding for the first time in many, many, many years. I sneaked this picture of the clan from my view at the back of the pack.
Lemmetellyou, my body is not used to stretching that way for such periods of time. The horse I was on seemed to be as stubborn-minded as the person riding it. Places I don't remember existing on my body are still crying out.
The things we do for our children...
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