How Kurt Saved Brunch

Well, we finally made it over to Rick and Sanh's bungalow in Richmond Annex.

Tony and I inspired them to become homeowners when we put a down payment on our little patch of El Cerrito six years ago this month.

Things change when you become homeowners. Oh yeah! All of a sudden you have responsibilities. Pulling weeds. Checking the sump pump. Bolting down the toilet seat.

It doesn't leave a lot of time for the carefree pasttimes of your youth. No sir!

For instance, I can't remember the last time I made a Quiche Lorraine.

Well, actually, I can. It was at 7 o'clock this morning. But before that, I mean.

See, Quiche Lorraine is an undertaking. There's so many steps to it. You gotta fry and crumble the half-pound of bacon, fold the cube of butter into the flour, blend the half-dozen eggs and the cup of cream, grate the brick of cheese.

Oh, and then and you have to print up a waiver of liability to go with each serving.

Well, that'll teach me. When Rick invited us over for lunch, and I said "Sunday? Sure. I'll make a Quiche Lorraine!" I honestly thought of it as just a sort of a social nicety.

I didn't think he was really gonna hold me to it!

So I get up at the crack of dawn and start making Quiche Lorraine. Suddenly, I realize I have no rolling pin! I must have sold it at the last garage sale.

Not only that, I have no wax paper. Now how you gonna make a quiche crust without no rolling pin or wax paper?!

Well, here's a tip in case you ever find yourself needing to throw together a heart-stopping brunch entrée together in such trying circumstances. In a pinch, Saran Wrap and a vodka bottle will get the job done.

Kurt "big daddy" True
21 august 2005