Half-baked when half-baked
I know full well the dangers of doing anything while extremely tired. I live this at least five days a week with my 3 a.m. wake up call.
Still, I persist. Life marches on and stuff needs to get done. I tried to bake a quiche at 5:30 p.m. when I should be getting ready for bed. Bad idea.
Firstly, I'm a pretty decent home cook, but I do like to improvise a lot. The recipe called for chicken, and I used ham because it was on sale. It called for bell peppers and I used frozen peas because I needed to use that up.
My husband always watches me with amused interest because I think of the recipe as a suggestion. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.
If you combine this with the forgetfulness and lack of focus that comes with fatigue, it can be a scary combination. I had piled the ingredients into the pie shell and it still didn't fill up to the top. I pulled out some extra spinach leaves and chucked that in to add content, though the recipe didn't ask for it.
"What else should I put in? Didn't it overflow the last time I made this?" I queried. He couldn't recall.
Then he spied the roux and sautéed onions in the pan. "Are you adding that?" he asked.
"OH! That! YES! I forgot!" I exclaimed as I threw my hands up in the air. "Thank you!" You know, it's only sitting right in front of my face.
I mix it in and open the oven door. "Can you read me the recipe and tell me if I missed anything? What else goes in there?" I requested.
Pause. "I really don't think it matters at this point," he stated.
HEY. When this quiche comes out amazing, he'll be sorry for that comment!