When HRH doesn’t need dinner, which happens about once a week, we usually have sandwiches or leftovers. You know what they say about missing cats and playful mice. Or in this case maybe it’s just lazy mice.
Today, he sent me an email saying he would eat out.
I already had this crustless quiche in the oven. But there will be enough left for breakfast, so I’ll be able to sleep in. Which at this point in my life means lounging in bed until the luxurious hour of 6:30am, but I’ll take it.
Due to a high number of unpredictable and random events, I didn’t make it to the grocery store today. Quiche is a good fallback for me on days like this. I usually have the ingredients in the fridge, and it can reappear at breakfast and in lunchboxes. Eggselent.