Food story #221

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Corb was running out the door, picking up a few last minute items for a game party we're having tonight. "Do me a favor, would you?" he yelled, as he ran out the door. "When the oven beeps, take out the quiche, okay?"

Which I did, but as I was taking the quiche out of the oven, I accidentally knocked the crust off of two of the pieces.

"They're crustless," complained Corb, when he returned home. He started to lift the quiche slices off the tin, and onto a plate we had purchased at Pier One. The two decrusted pieces were sentenced to a paper towel.

"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.

He grabbed a fork out of the drawer. "One guess," he said. Well, when in Rome...I ran over to grab a fork, myself, and before I knew it, we had devoured both pieces. Let me tell you, the quiche was delicious.

I looked over at the plate that Corb had finished putting together, and realized that there was one slice left on the tin. "What are you going to do with that?" I asked.

With a grin, his moved his finger and flicked off the crust. "Ooops!"

The third slice was just as yummy, let me tell you.