The Gift of Lobster Quiche

I remember a story about a gift. There was an Indian who lost his horse and then was supplied a horse by a fellow Indian. When the first man found his original horse, he then got on the horse loaned to him and rode the 100 miles to the man who loaned him the horse. When he arrived to the camp of the man who first loaned him the horse, he got down from the horse and then handed the reigns to the man. The man who had loaned him the horse in the first place said, “Why didn’t you bring a second horse with you?”

The man bringing the horse said, “That is part of my thanks.” as he walked the one hundred miles back to his home.

Today, Bronson and Sam brought to me the most delicious lobster quiche that you could imagine. It was not only that they baked it for me, but also that they brought it to me. This was in thanks for the food I brought for us all to share yesterday on Thanksgiving. It would be magnificent that I be feasting upon a wonderful lobster quiche made from the cheese and lobster from Thanksgiving… but it was brought to me by the two men whom I admire most and who enjoyed our feat together. Most of the gift was in the riding back without the extra horse.

It was the time it took to make, the time it took to bring and the time it took to return to the errands they had at hand. Fine up-bringing; good men.

Lobster Quiche

1 pie shell

1 medium onion chopped

1 tablespoon butter

2 cups Swiss cheese, shredded

1 pound Maine lobster meat, chopped

5 eggs

2 cups light cream

1/4 teaspoon salt

Line unpricked pastry shell with two layers of heavy duty foil. Bake at 425° for 10 minutes. Remove foil and set aside.

In a small pan, sauté onion in butter until tender. Sprinkle Swiss cheese in crust, then top with lobster meat and onion. In a bowl, beat eggs, then mix in cream and salt , then pour over lobster mixture.

Bake at 350° for 45 to 50 minutes. Let stand 5 minutes before cutting.


One Response to “The Gift of Lobster Quiche”

  1. Fine upbringing, INDEED. Did Bronson tell you I need you to go ahead and just write the book on how to raise such a magnificent boy? Feel free to start at age 6, since Ike’s birthday is in a few weeks and even though I was in over my head from birth to present, we’re calling it water under the bridge at this point.
    Much love, and thanks for the recipe 🙂


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