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Try It Thursday: Sausage Quiche

Yesterday when we were waiting for the doctor to come in Mother looked at recipes. I had already decided that I was going to do something with the sausage my hubs thawed a few days ago in the frig so that it did not go bad.

Mother said, “Sug, don’t this look good.”

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Showing me a sausage quiche recipe. My empty stomach rumbled, my mouth watered. I looked over the ingredients and I had everything at home except the pie crust. I would improvise.

About 90% of the time when I see a recipe, I will look at the basic gist of it and then fly with my own version. So instead of the pie crust I just mixed a little Bisquick, water, and a couple of eggs and put it in the rest of the mixture. We are a cheese eating couple so I put cheese on top too as well as in it.

Sausage Quiche

1/2 pound Sausage
1 1/2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
1 can Rotel tomatoes, drained
2 eggs
1/4 cup Ranch dressing
1/4 cup sour cream
1/3 cup milk
1 9-inch unbaked deep dish pie shell

Preheat oven to 350. In a large skillet, cook sausage until well browned, stirring frequently. Drain off grease and set aside. Whisk together eggs, Ranch dressing, sour cream and milk. Add sausage, cheese and Rotel. Stir to combine. Pour egg mixture into prepared pie crust. Bake 1 hour. Allow quiche to rest for 5-10 minutes before serving.

I wish I would have written down the amounts that I used. I put everything in a 9×13, so my recipe did have more of everything. I liked the kick that Peppercorn Ranch I used gave it. I also did not drain my tomatoes.

I asked the hubs what he thought and he said, “It is a keeper.”

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This is not a picture of mine, but it looks similiar.

Muscle Cars and Mashed Potatoes

Last night went great. Both my husband and I admittedly nervously anticipated seeing his pal, like any reunion, but after the first practical joke the ice was broke.

We asked the front desk clerk, a super nice lady, to call him and tell him someone was messing with his car. He bound out of his room like Clark Kent changes into Superman, though he did not take time to tie his shoes.

We sat at Ole Times until they kicked us out, literally. Several times before we actually went and made a trip to the buffet the waitress staff checked our ticket to make sure we had ordered buffet because we had sat for so long just drinking our sodas and talking.

Or in my case, listening. I heard more about cars and muscle cars last night than any woman needs to know. Yes, I do live in the South, and yes, I like Nascar, but not because I know what is under the hoods. I will leave that to my very brilliant and and capable husband. Thankfully the coversation was laced last night with humor, and other times I just tried to follow. Humoring them with a “wow” and “really” and “uh-uh” as their body cues and voices prompted me.

Let me see if I can get this right for muscle car lovers out there. He has a blacked out, Mustang 500GT Shelby Cobra with many customizations. I heard alot of blahblahblahblahblah last night. but they were happy, and that was what was important. The hubs needs his buddy. He has had one other friend and his wife visit since we were married. His daughters when we could get them to come, that was only the first couple of years, and that is it. He says that the blood running through his veins is now Southern purged of I suppose.

The phone, roads, and planes go both ways. I am glad that this buddy made the effort to connect with him and see him, it means so much to both of us. I will put up with muscle car talk for that.