I was coerced to eat too many quiches in the eighties. And the thing I hated most about them was the snotty quality of the uncooked egg, and the slightly soggy pastry. Luckily I’ve figured out a way to avoid these pitfalls. Blind baking for one, even though it seems fussy, makes sure the pastry is crisp. And then cooking the complete pie at a medium heat ensures the egg sets properly.
I’m obsessed with salmon because I like to imagine my children’s brains growing beautifully, and I often rely on the cans, even though they taste nothing like the real thing.
The beans came from my garden; my dwarf beans are prolific, even if they won’t grow up the teepees I constructed for them. Then again they are dwarf. Although last year I bought dwarf seeds and they turned into Jack’s beanstalks.