I was eleven when the book Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche made the best-seller list. It’s tagline: A Guidebook to all that is truly masculine. I probably thumbed through a copy but the real reason it stuck with me is Mom started to make quiches at this time. I honestly feel she was trying to mess with the system and raise a family of free-spirited thinkers (and eaters).
After raving to Chris and Richard about the spread of quiches at Cathy’s birthday party, they brought one over as a house-warming gift and it’s made every morning since extra good.