Quiche is a famous dish in French cuisine that has gained popularity worldwide. The word "quiche" originated from the German word "kuchen," which means cake. It is a savory dish that consists of a pastry crust filled with a mixture of eggs, cream, cheese, and various ingredients such as vegetables, meats, or seafood. The most famous type of quiche is quiche Lorraine, which is named after the Lorraine region in northeastern France. It traditionally includes bacon, cheese, and onions in the filling. Quiche Lorraine became popular in the United States in the 1950s and has since become a classic brunch dish.
“Yeah, yeah I’m coming.”
We looked into it and realized you re a lowlife in disguise and we can t trust somebody who gambled their entire marriage away, then spent the next three years blackout drunk. We looked into it and realized you re a lowlife in disguise and we can t trust somebody who gambled their entire marriage away, then spent the next three years blackout drunk.
Quiche Lorraine became popular in the United States in the 1950s and has since become a classic brunch dish. Quiche offers a versatile and customizable option for different tastes and dietary preferences. It can be made with various combinations of ingredients, allowing for endless possibilities.
Night Witch: Part I
You’ve heard of blessings in disguise, making lemonade from lemons. But what about the opposite? When what seems like the answer, your whole life coming together, is actually the unraveling of it? This is the story of a recovering alcoholic. A mother. She finally has a good job, a little fixer-upper on seven acres. The answer to years of hard work and praying. And the end of her life as she knows it.
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She had only been in the house for seven days when she stopped sleeping. Not because of insomnia or caffeine like in the old days. The drinking days.
“I need it, to help me sleep.”
That was the excuse she gave her mom when she came to visit and had the “hard talk” that she had been hinting at in voicemails before her trip.
Those days were gone now. The drinking days. She was clean and sober. Only two years in and already a steady job. And the house. God. The house was beautiful. On seven acres, which “is a good sign,” her mother had said. A holy number. She had gotten it for a steal. Ninety-five thousand, and only a few percent down.
“You’re a first-time home buyer. They have programs for people like you. To help you get started.”
That had been the smiling, dark-haired loan officer at the bank. Initially she thought he was a charlatan. Good looking and more convincing than the greasy haired used car salesman she had worked with the previous week. But still, she had thought to herself, full of shit.
It turned out that he was right though, and with her job, her first good, decent paying job, and a little help from her father, she got it. No one else had even bid on it.
“Unheard of in today’s market.”
That had been the busy-bodied red head named Cheryl. A single mother. “Just like you.” Smiling and red lipped at all times. “I’m new at this, but I’ve got a good feeling. You’re gonna get this house.”
Again, she had thought, of course she has to say that to me. What is she going to say? You don’t have a chance? We looked into it and realized you’re a lowlife in disguise and we can’t trust somebody who gambled their entire marriage away, then spent the next three years blackout drunk?
But Cheryl didn’t know that, did she. Sometimes it was hard to remember that not everyone knew she was an Alcoholic with a capital A. Not in this new life she was forging for herself. In the old one everyone had known. Especially her friends and co-workers. They had watched her whole life fall apart. Her marriage dissolve. Her custody battle and the eventual loss. Everything she cared about, down the drain, out the window, etcetera, etcetera.
“Oh well,” she said out loud to the night. She was sitting on the rickety front porch. It wasn’t quite a wrap around, but it was large and covered half of each side of the house. The wood was grey and wavy. The whole thing needed to be replaced.
“Just a little sprucing up is all,” Cheryl had told her. She was digging her heel out of a knotted hole in the wooden plank in front of the door as she said it, working herself into a real sweat. Were those panty hoes she was wearing?
A little young for that, don’t you think?
“You need some help?”
“No,” Cheryl had harrumphed out. “I think I’ve just about—“
Cheryl’s leg came out then like a champagne cork. She was sure she remembered a pop, but of course, her brain had filled that part in. The motion, cartoon-like as it was, had thrown her back to Looney Toons land. She pushed a laugh down.
“Okay,” she gathered herself. “Let’s see your new home, huh?”
Home. She didn’t want to think of this place like that. The familiar shield went up, but it wasn’t quite fast enough. The sentence had caught her off guard, and she felt the slightest uptick in her heartbeat at the word. She swallowed.
She didn’t step in right away. She let Cheryl lead, listened to the clickety-clack of her heels on old hardwoods.
“You coming?” She was positively beaming at her now, but behind the smile, she could see Cheryl was on to her. Somewhere in the eyes, a slight downturn, a nervous crinkle in her smile. Doubt.
“Yeah, yeah I’m coming.”
And she stepped in.
It had been a beautiful home once. But it wasn’t now. The floors sagged in places, mirroring ceilings that were obvious victims of leaks. The walls were greasy and dirt stained. A few windows were cracked.
“I know a guy.” Cheryl said that about everything, from the glass panes to the broken faucet in the tub.
But it did have its charms. The trim was dark wood, beautifully stained and framing every room, every doorway, every window. The ceilings, damaged in parts, had crowned molding in the same dark wood. There were two fireplaces.
“Unused for God knows how long. You’ll have to get them inspected.”
And a built-in bookshelf in a bona fide sitting room. She hadn’t been sure about the place until she had stepped outside onto the front porch, the same one where she was sitting now, and looked. For miles in every direction, there was nothing but trees and rolling green grass. Birds called in the distance, and every once in a while, the smell of water from a little forest creek down the way, wafted into her nose.
It was late afternoon when she saw the place, but she knew that at night there would be stars. Stars she had never seen, blanked out and outshone by city glow. She could picture a wooden swing set for Amy. Mike was too big for that sort of thing now. On visits it was hard to pull him away from his Game Boy.
“So, what do you think?”
She looked out again at the forests beyond. Her mouth turned up a little and her throat knotted.
“I think this is home.”
To Be Continued…
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“So, what do you think?”
Some popular variations include spinach and feta quiche, mushroom and Gruyere quiche, and salmon and dill quiche. Quiche is often served as a main dish accompanied by a salad or as an appetizer in smaller portions. It can be enjoyed hot or cold, making it a convenient option for picnics or parties. Quiche is loved for its creamy and custard-like texture, which is achieved by the combination of eggs and cream. In recent years, quiche has also become popular among those following a low-carb or gluten-free diet. It can be prepared with a crust made from alternative flours or completely crustless, relying solely on the filling to provide flavor and texture. Overall, quiche's popularity can be attributed to its versatility, delicious taste, and the ability to use a wide range of ingredients. Whether enjoyed for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, quiche is a dish that continues to captivate food enthusiasts around the world..
Reviews for "The Art of Mixing Prints and Patterns: How to Create a Quirky Look"
1. Jessica - 2/5 stars - "I found Qitch and Famoue to be quite disappointing. The plot was extremely predictable, lacking any originality or excitement. The characters were shallow and one-dimensional, making it difficult to connect with or care about them. The writing style felt amateurish and the dialogue was cringe-worthy at times. Overall, I was left feeling underwhelmed and unsatisfied with this book."
2. Michael - 1/5 stars - "I really couldn't get into Qitch and Famoue. The story felt disjointed and the pacing was all over the place. It felt like the author was trying to cram too many ideas into one book, resulting in a jumbled mess. The characters were poorly developed, making it difficult to sympathize or root for them. I found myself skimming through the pages just to finish it, and even then, I was left confused and unsatisfied."
3. Sarah - 2/5 stars - "Qitch and Famoue had so much potential, but it fell flat for me. The concept was intriguing, but the execution was lacking. The plot seemed to drag on with unnecessary details and the ending felt rushed and unsatisfying. I also found the writing style to be repetitive and lacking depth. Overall, I was disappointed with this book and wouldn't recommend it to others."