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Quiche Lorraine
“Quiche Lorraine”
(Weird Al was right:Â it’s easy to write about food!)
The temperature I’ve set at four twenty-five
To pre-heat:Â not one degree less.
In the ice chest I’m completing my quest
For some meat. It’s bacon, I guess.
I’m tired of eating by convention. Too many hamburgers to mention.
Can’t keep this urge on a leash:Â I would die for a quiche.
With onions and peas, and some eggs and Swiss cheese,
It would seem it ought to be nice.
Completing my plan, to the crust in the pan
I add cream, pepper, salt, and some spice.
This is exactly what I’m after. I feel my heart is beating faster.
A voice deep inside me says “Sheesh, I would kill for a quiche.”
Oh, quiche Lorraine: a pretty nice meal. Just follow the recipe.
Spicy or plain, the taste will make you go insane.
I get out a plate, and I sit there and wait,
Knowing soon I’m gonna be fed.
A fork would be right, but I’m thinking I might
Use a spoon for it instead.
I grab an oven mitt and holder. I cannot wait till it gets colder.
I open the door and I reach, and I pull out my quiche.
Oh, quiche Lorraine: a pretty nice meal. Just follow the recipe.
Spicy or plain, the taste will make you go insane.
My mouth is open and swinging toward the spoonful I am bringing.
My lips are allowing the breach. Now I’m eating my quiche.
Oh, quiche Lorraine: a pretty nice meal. Just follow the recipe.
Spicy or plain, the taste will make you giddy.
Oh, quiche Lorraine: a pretty nice meal. What a gift to humanity.
Spicy or plain, the taste will make you giddy.
Get your fingers sticky. Quiche will make you go insane.
(Note on units:Â outside the U.S., pre-heat to 225 rather than 425 .)
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