Let’s face it. Winter can really make you stir crazy. Like really. Stir. Crazy.
Okay. So it’s not that bad, obviously.
I don’t have ‘the Shine.’
I don’t chase my wife and child through a hedge maze.
I’m not best friends with two dead twins, a creepy Bigwheel poltergeist ghost, or a drowned granny.
But I decided to make a midnight quiche, anyway, to ward of the stir crazies. Remember that movie? Richard Prior and Gene Wilder. They don’t make that kind of film anymore.
Now it’s all about high schoolers having sex with pies. Not the same.
I mean. It can get to you. Cooped up in your apartment, waiting to book the next acting or comedy gig.
You start having dark thoughts. Like, what’s the meaning of life? And, why don’t I poop more often? Five times a week? Is that enough? Am I giving myself colon cancer?
Why does that one bus driver keep looking at me weird and striking up conversations? Is he a stereotype from a heartwarming movie? Is he gay? He seems rugged and un-gay. Maybe he’s stalking me for his first kill as a serial killer? Why don’t I poop more often?
I made a mushroom and bacon quiche.
I have been improvising the quiche recipes lately.
Now’s it’s just, mix whatever eggs with whatever cream i have and then throw in some meat/vegetable combo.
Sautee them first. BECAUSE!! I ALREADY TOLD YOU!!! THE BAKING ALONE WON’T SOFTEN THE VEGGIES OR COOK THE MEAT!!!
God.
Oh. Sidebar. I allow myself one off-topic non sequitur per blog entry:
When the Oxygen channel launched, I thought to myself, oh, that’s good – there’s finally going to be a channel that takes women seriously. Someone’s going to correct the mistakes made by the Lifetime network. Someone’s finally going to push an anti-misogynist agenda.
Well, score one for feminism.
Good job, Oxygen!
Okay. Before I hack the bathroom door open with an axe, here are some pics of the quiche.
PIEFOLK 