Ameri-Quiche

If you have been reading this inane drivel for any amount of time you know that I go apeshit over quiche as they are the perfect receptacles for leftovers. The other day a large spinach bake was presented to me and my limbs started trembling at the prospect of utilizing it in a sea of cheezy eggy goodness embedded in a tender flaky crust.

First I made my dough, rolled it out, and slid it into the pan. Then I layered the bottom with grated gruyere, plopped down some sauteed mushrooms and sausage, and topped it with the spinach. I whisked up some eggs with a shitdickload of sour cream, a little water, and salt and pepper. As previously discussed, I live in the best country in the world, i.e. America, and not a total shithole, i.e. France, so my quiches are not some pansy ass custard. Fuck that shit. I poured the America egg mixture in the pie and baked it at 375 degrees until the center of the pie was fully inflated. Keep an eye on it because if the top starts to brown you will want to lightly cover it with tin foil. Serve with a side of smug pretension because you deserve it, unless you live in France. Eat it.