I might be the only American alive who hates eggs. Can’t stand them. The concept. The texture. The taste. The smell.
In fact, want to watch me go berserk? Microwave an egg near me. Gah!
So you might therefore find it a bit surprising to learn that I made a quiche on Sunday. I have a recipe for a bacon leek quiche that uses only 2.5 eggs and about a pound of gruyere, so the egg is really more of a binder than the main star, thus making it tolerable. Also, I double the bacon (science be damned!) so it basically becomes a bacon gruyere vehicle.
The catalyst for the quiche was two things: I had thawed a pound of bacon and realized I didn’t have any firm plans for using it (other than just sitting around and gorging myself on it), and the leeks at the farmers market looked amazing this weekend.
(Alan might have disagreed – I made him take a long whiff of them on our walk home, thinking he’d appreciate the fresh earthy smell. “Gross,” he declared. “What? Gross? They smell like green onions,” I told him. “More like green onions and FEET,” he corrected me.)
Undeterred, I transformed them into a quiche. My recipe actually yields two quiches, but I knew there was no way I’d eat two, so I halved everything, thinking I’d cook all the leeks, then reserve half of them in the freezer to add the next time I made broth. Only I forgot that was my plan and ended up adding ALL of them to the quiche. So it was a bacon, double-leek quiche.
Even so, I thought it tasted delicious – mainly because I couldn’t taste any eggs. When I served it up to Alan for dinner, I didn’t tell him I’d accidentally doubled the leeks. He took a bite. “Very. Um. Oniony,” he declared.
I waited, seeing if that would be considered a good thing. “Delicious,” he finally concluded. “It’s just not every day that bacon is overpowered by something else.” Agreed.
But it could’ve been worse – he could’ve said it tasted like feet.
pithypants 
What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen!
Exactly. Good think I like leeks.
That sounds exactly like Alan. So diplomatic.
Well, since he only eats one meal a day, he’s usually ravenous and willing to inhale whatever I put in front of him. I guess that works to my favor…
Who microwaves eggs?
I love eggs, but I don’t like the smell when I scramble them. It’s like wet dog. I don’t understand it at all.
Finally, please install a portable defibrillator. All the leeks in the world aren’t going to save you from that much gruyere and bacon.
Do the French die from gruyere and lardons? Mais non! I’m holding off on the defibrillator for now!
I hate eggs too and will only eat them in cakes, pancakes, etc. where I can’t taste them.