Cooking is Healing: My Quiche Lorraine

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If I were living someone else’s life, and by that I mean if I were Mimi Thorisson (check out http://www.mimithorisson.com – Manger) I would be in a picturesque little village in France, with kids, dogs, wine and chickens roaming about everywhere. Every time I make quiche lorraine this is exactly the image I have of myself, when I’m chopping up bacon and sauteeing onions, that I’m in some quaint little cottage in Provence or Bordeaux, hubby has brought in half a dozen baguettes from the local bakery and the kiddos (I have 3 to 4 when I’m in imaginary la-la land) are playing all-toghether in the garden. Blissfully happy and healthy.

Alas, I’m in (#ThisIsACoup) Athens and I’m sort of autism-tired these days despite the fact that the little guy is doing really well lately I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because school will be out at the end of the week and transitions are always a tough situation for any kid, let a lone a kid who is non-verbal. Anyway . . . this post was not meant to be a rant but an ode to french cuisine. Because I do love french cooking, especially salade nicoise and quiche lorraine and coq au vin just to name a few. And I have decided that for my brother’s farewell dinner (he’s going back to Boston tomorrow) I will make him the best of the afore-mentioned dishes.

For the recipe of this quiche lorraine check out this site:http://akispetretzikis.com/en/categories/almyres-pites-tartes/ellhnikh-kis-loren

It’s not your classic quiche lorraine but it’s so so good 🙂

Bon apetit!

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