I do my best work in the shower. I’m not sure what it is about being in a lather, but I have my best ideas there. I've practiced my married signature, named my children and written countless blog posts on the steamed up glass in our ensuite. This morning was no different. I was solving the world food supply crisis* when something interrupted my train of thought. Gee my breath smells awful.
Continued scrubbing and introspection lead me to the realisation that if my breath smelt like that I would likely be dead. The water I was cleansing myself with was less than clean. Something has climbed into our water tank and shuffled off its mortal coil.
Showering in eau de death is a far cry from the the salubrious QT where I spent the weekend at the Problogger conference. Equally this healthy edition of quiche is about as far away as you can get from sharing a late night plate of room-service nachos in bed with my roomie Em from Have a laugh on me.
crustless besan flour quiche
50g butter, melted
½ cup besan flour (also known as chickpea flour, garbanzo flour or gram flour)
1 teaspoon baking powder
3 eggs, beaten
1 ½ cups milk
1 cup grated cheese
salt and pepper to taste
Go crazy and choose about three cups of fillings for your quiche. So far some of my favourite combinations are:
bacon, silverbeet, capsicum and leeks & smoked trout fillets, spring onions and corn
Combine the butter, besan flour and baking powder and whisk quickly. Add the beaten eggs and milk and whisk again. Then add the grated cheese and the toppings of your choice and stir to combine.
Pour into a greased pie tin and bake at 180°C for 45 minutes to an hour. Resist the urge to peek at your creation, opening the door before the forty minute mark will cause your quiche to sink.
Why besan flour? Because it's packed full of protein, folate and a swag of other vitamins and minerals. Folate is particularly important around here at the moment because the girls are getting taller before our eyes. It's also gluten-free for the coeliac cookers among us.
So Bearhands and I spent the afternoon with our heads inside a giant concrete cylinder looking for cadavers. We haven't had any luck yet but it could be worse right? My breath could actually smell like that!
was your Tuesday glamorous?
what's your favourite late night post-grog snack?
* My thoughts were less lofty than that.
It was likely more of a 'will I get one more day out of my hair' conundrum.