Quiche & Coffee

Some months ago, I was up early.


Being the best cousin EVAH -  I noticed that the baby was stirring, made a bottle and then fed him, changed his diaper and put him back to bed before his mama had noticed...but alas, after all of that -  I just couldn't manage to put myself back to bed.

So, I did what any self respecting 20 something would do, and bummed around on the internet for a little while...finally exhausting possible forms of procrastination, I decided it would be nice of me to make a good breakfast.

SO - I dug around the fridge and freezer, scoping out my options.

Not a whole lot of anything struck me with inspiration, until I saw a frozen pie crust..

Ah HA! I thought!

I shall make a quiche! Because who doesn't love homemade quiche?!

(Please note the over achiever gene SHINING through. Except when it comes to pie crust. I missed getting my mothers pie crust making gene. I know, it makes me cry too. And even if my pastry didn't taste like garbage, that's a little too over achievery, even for ME - especially before 9am.)

So I grabbed some eggs, some milk, some onions, broccoli and cheese and started throwing together a quiche. 

While I was doing this, my cousin called from Boston to chat because she had seen activity on my facebook (CREEPER!) and knew I was awake.

She asked what I was doing up so early and so I told her that I was making a quiche.

She told me that I was crazy, and yadda yadda yadda - because it wasn't even 9am on a Saturday and I was in the kitchen, making a quiche. From (almost) scratch.

Then she proceeded to tell me how normal people my age who weren't working and had no responsibilities were probably not huge dorks and making homemade quiche for fun before 9am. 

I laughed and said that I liked cooking, and wanted to have a nice breakfast and I couldn't sleep anyways so she could just stop being a big meanie face or I would never make her quiche again.

Now THAT shut her up pretty quick. What can I say? I make a mean quiche. 

Fast forward to the quiche being in the oven. Almost ready. I had a lovely breakfast ready almost ready to go, I'd cut up some fruit when suddenly, I realised what I was missing. 

Coffee.

Generally, adults have COFFEE with breakfast. 

My cousin for one had coffee with breakfast - you know, being an ADULT and all. 

Which is great, except that I...don't. (Does that mean that I can declare myself a non-adult?!)

Confession time: Before this point in my life on that rainy October morning - I had NEVER made coffee.

I had no idea what I was doing as I stared blankly at the coffee machine.

Not wanting to wake my cousin, I called the other one in Boston that I had just been chatting with, and explained my situation to her. 

I didn't think I was asking much - I simply needed her to tell me how to make coffee, give me some direction - I'm not THAT much of an idiot. 

So, she walked me through the steps.  

Told me how much water to put in, where to turn the machine on and how many scoops of coffee grounds to put in (with a gentle reminder that I needed to put in a filter - thanks, tips) 

I could hear a little hint of amusement in her voice and questioned this - it's not like it's the easiest thing in the world - making coffee, that is.

(It's not MY fault that I'm not addicted to caffeine. Wait. Maybe it is. Either way. Isn't that a GOOD thing? Hrm.)

ANYWAY.

She just laughed and said: Well, no offense or anything...but don't you think that it's kind of funny that you can make a quiche from scratch without evening THINKING about it, but you need someone to hold your hand to make COFFEE?

Seems that anything everyone seems to be able to do - I can't quite figure out.

And the things that most find daunting? Yeah - no worries, I've got it covered. 

And that folks, IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE.