¶ 2006-06-11 22:17:00 +0000
A week ago I was invited to a dinner with the Relief Society presidency and the Elders Quorum presidency of my ward. It was to occur today and it was to be pot-luck – which, as an aside, is a very interesting word when looked up in the Oxford English Dictionary.
Accordingly, I had a week to decide on and prepare something to bring with me to the pot-luck dinner of presidencies. I opened my trusty Jackson Family Cookbook and spied the recipe for “Impossible Pie (Crustless Quiche)”. I was certain this was to be my dish.
As the moment of truth approached, I surveyed my cupboards, and listed the ingredients I lacked. I walked to the grocery store and purchased, among other things, bacon, Swiss cheese, milk and an onion. I walked back.
The timing of the dinner forced me to serve the dish cold. Therefore I gathered the necessary tools and ingredients the night before and meticulously followed the recipe. I preheated to 400 degrees. I fried bacon. I grated cheese. I chopped onion. I beat eggs and milk and salt and pepper and Bisquick. I put it all together in a greased baking dish. I put it in the oven and waited.
Several tens of minutes and a few incredulous instant messages later –
(19:12:21) Jerry: so what have u been up to?
(19:12:38) William: Working, and working. And cooking a quiche at the moment.
(19:12:43) William: But mostly working.
(19:12:50) Jerry: ur cooking?
– I removed a beautiful quiche from the oven and carefully placed it in the refrigerator. It smelled good.
Today I brought it to church and put it in the fridge there. After church I rode with Marc (the president) to the home of Tamara (the president). We ate dinner and everyone loved the quiche. I was so happy.