Skip to main content

Whole Wheat Pie Crust, Self-Reliance, and a Quiche



The other day, Mom watched an episode of Paula Deen making quiche. Mom then decided that we should make a quiche since we had swiss cheese, bacon, and eggs in the fridge. However, we didn't have a frozen pie shell which is what we usually put the aforementioned ingredients in when we make a quiche.

Then I remembered something Brother John said to me years ago: "Necessity is the mother of invention". Which is another way of saying, 'don't be afraid to do something new, especially when a) it doesn't cost anything, and b) you can do it yourself instead of relying on someone else', two of my brother's favorite maxims.

Which led me to the internet to find a recipe for whole wheat pie crust (since whole wheat was the only flour we had in the cupboard).


I've never made a pie crust before, but the ingredients couldn't be simpler. Flour, butter, and water. I added a few spices since this would be a savory dish.


Add a 1 1/4 cups of flour and a pinch of salt to the food processor.


Add 8 tablespoons (1/2 cup) of cold butter.


Pulse until the butter is incorporated and forms little balls.


Add approximately 1/4 cup cold water by tablespoons, while continuing to pulse, until the dough forms a ball.


Wrap the ball of dough in plastic wrap and put into the fridge for at least 30 minutes.


Chop green onions.


Assemble ingredients: eggs, half and half, bacon, cheese, and green onions.


Carefully press the rolled out pie crust into the bottom of the pie plate.


Put the cheese, bacon, and green onions in the bottom of the pie crust.


Pour the egg custard into the shell and bake at 375 for one hour.


And here it it is!

By the way....yes, the pie crust was just as dry as it looks....I believe next time I will use a whole wheat pastry flour as the recipe called for, but which I did not have on hand. Sometimes the mother of invention just has to punt.

Comments

larramiefg said…
Mother of invention is actually better known as creativity!

Popular posts from this blog

Women are Highly Esteemed in the Eyes of This Man

I enter the sanctuary of Our Lady of Peace Church and my eyes adjust to the dimmed lights as the only illumination comes from candles on the altar and their glowing reflection in the monstrance holding the Blessed Sacrament.
My friend and I had come to join the Mary and Martha’s quarterly meeting which started with an hour of Adoration.
I took my seat in one of the pews, knelt, and surreptitiously glanced around the sanctuary. In the gloaming, I could see thirty other women kneeling like sentinels in silent prayer. 
Over the course of the hour, we would remain in contemplative silence.
As I slipped in and out of my prayers and wandering thoughts, I considered how pleased God must be when he sees us gathered in the simple and divine act of Adoration.
But in fact, women are highly esteemed in God’s sight not matter where we are. 
We only look at the life of Jesus Christ to understand how dearly he cherishes every woman.
In the Gospel of Saint John, a group of men bring a woman caught i…

When our spirit hungers

The precocious toddler’s interest in talking to her mother grew in insistence as the gathered group settled in for an hour of silent prayer. Shushing didn’t work, so the mother led her child into an adjoining room where she would still be part of the sanctuary, but sound would be dampened. Despite the closed door and heavy glass walls, the child’s fervent desire to speak with her mother was still audible.
I said a prayer for the patient mother determined to stay, and for the child who was either tired or hungry or impatient for Mom’s undivided attention. And then tried to bring my wandering thoughts back to prayer. I had come to Adoration with my own pressing need for answers.
Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed a growing emptiness in my heart. A void, as if something is missing. It’s not psychological. Not physical. After doing an internal check, I determined it’s a spiritual void that I’m experiencing.
No, I’m not doubting God, his existence or goodness. I have full confidence in…

If you are tired of the guilt trip you usually feel at church, here’s a different perspective

I am counting the days until I fly to Fort Lauderdale to see Mom for Christmas. Yes, I speak with her every day, sometimes twice a day. But as you know, phone calls just aren’t the same as being with someone you love. I look forward to seeing Mom’s smile, to holding her hand, to going for a drive along the beach with her. Spending time in the presence of someone we love enriches our relationship with them.
I believe the love I feel for Mom, is a sliver of what God feels for each of us. I believe God longs to share that love with us. Which is why we are called to spend time in God’s presence daily. We experience God’s presence when we meet him in our prayers, in church, and hopefully in one another. If I could make one wish for each of us, it would be that at some point during the next four weeks of Advent we would experience how much Jesus loves us.



The Best Christmas

During my morning devotions, I read these two verses of Psalm 117:
Praise theLord,all you nations;
extol him, all you peop…