I spent the 13 hours between 8 p.m. Wednesday until 9 a.m. Thursday (minus those spent sleeping) making irresistibly cute, tiny things. Pertinent to this blog: mini quiche in prosciutto cups.
Far less pertinent: Sewing a cosmetic bag for one of my very best friends out here who is getting married next month. I found this pattern online about a year ago and made a small tote to hold my sewing accessories. I obviously must have altered the pattern back then because my case can hold two sizable handfuls of notions whereas the one I made Wednesday night only fits into the palm of one of my hands. It’s so adorable, though, and is the perfect size for tucking in a purse or suitcase. (I’ll likely be making some of these pouches in a variety of sizes for Owl In Bag, the Etsy site I launched with my friend Tara, in the near future.)
Back to the baking.
Several months ago while I was at the laundromat—or “launderette” as my mom likes to call it—I picked up a copy of Self magazine that someone had left on a seat. It was the December 2009 issue so the back of the book was filled with recipes for tasty little treats perfect for bringing to potlucks. The mini quiche caught my eye.
Then I went to the Philippines and Japan for the most wonderful three-week vacation and completely forgot about mini quiche cooked in cups made out of what is essentially fancy bacon.
Until this week.
I’m not quite sure why, but on Monday I was struck with a strong urge to find the recipe and bake the tiny tarts. Thanks to Google’s search suggestions (but certainly not my memory) I found it. I first attempted to look for the recipe on a different magazine’s website and then tried to track it down by using “pancetta” and not “prosciutto” as my keyword. Oops.
Recipe in hand, I headed to the grocery Thursday morning before picking up my CSA box at a local coffee shop. I had enough time to do these errands, get ready for work, and cook the quiche before heading out the door but not really enough time to lay out all my fresh vegetables in bowls and take pretty pictures of them as well. I obviously attempted to do that though. A picture, however, is worth a thousand words—and having to walk extra fast to get to the office.
Once I put away my CSA goods (new this week: red and orange beets!), it was incredibly quick and easy to make the bite-size beauties: Put prosciutto in each of the divots in a mini muffin tin; whisk together eggs and add in Greek yogurt, chopped black olives, rosemary, salt, and pepper; and bake. I decided not to cut my slices of prosciutto in half (they weren’t holding together very well lengthwise) and just folded the pieces in half, end to end, before lining each indentation—the idea being the more the merrier. I don’t think I’d do that again: The quiche came out a bit to salty for my taste.
Everything else, however, was incredible. The prosciutto cooked into crispy cups, the eggs and filling became light and fluffy, and, topped with a sprig of rosemary on each quiche, the whole display was quite beautiful. (Rob, who was the lucky recipient of the leftovers, joked that they looked like little pineapples.)
But now, I believe, I have exhausted my energy for cute and tiny things. Next up, an adaptation of my mom’s upside-down cranberry pecan coffee cake: an upside-down brown sugar, banana, and pecan-topped banana bread. It’s going to be good.