Free Range

I’ve recently become quite enamored of quiche. I’m not sure why, exactly, but perhaps it’s because I’ve realized what a versatile dish it is. And, because it’s basically scrambled eggs (or an omelette) in a delicious crispy crust, it’s usually quite acceptable to the increasingly-picky 2.5-year-old of the family. Any cheese, any meat, any veggies will do. So long as you have eggs and milk (or cream) — even a pie crust could also be considered optional — you’re ready to go.

These musings because a couple of sites I read regularly — Justinsomnia and Elastic Waist — posted odes to quiche today. Glad to know I’m not alone in my appreciation.

Wise words from Her Bad Mother:

Once you have given birth to or adopted a child, your entire world changes. Your entire world, and THE entire world, changes. You come to understand love in an entirely different way than you could ever have possibly understood it in the absence of the human being that is entirely dependent upon you. You come to understand your body, and bodies generally, in an entirely different way. You come to understand faith and morality and safety and security and learning and dependence and independence and fear - oh my god the fear - and passion and defensiveness in ways that you could not possibly understand if you did not have that child. This is, in my opinion, just fact. Children change you fundamentally and uniquely. Someone who has not had a child simply cannot understand the nature of this change firsthand.