Yesterday was one of those mauzy gray drizzly days, only good for doing stuff around the house and chatting about penis sizes and the like with visitors.













Fran suggested she would like to try this asparagus custard quiche for supper. When Fran says try she means eating things, not preparing them.

The only variation to the recipe was the use of fresh asparagus instead of frozen and the addition of cheddar and Swiss cheeses instead of Gouda.

Non the less it was deep and creamy, oozing cheese and very delicious.

Note: I was joking about penis sizes being talked about; dicks and politicians did not enter our thought processes all day.