I made a quiche. Or at least a quiche-like thing. I cleaned up the milk and glass and the blood.
( leek quiche recipe )More or less. I skipped the pastry altogether and added cubed boiled potatoes.
I chopped leeks, put potatoes on to boil, then went online to look for a recipe. I found recipes (and addresses for a couple of kosher shawarma places in New York.)
I got back to the kitchen just as the potatoes had boiled dry, but before anything burnt.
I put olive-oil and butter in a frying pan and added paprika, then added chopped leeks and onion, and a couple of cubed boiled potatoes.
I put cheese in the food-processor to turn into small bits of cheese.
and I poured some milk into a bowl, and then the milk-bottle fell out of my hand, crashed on the floor, and a shard of glass bounced onto my slipper under my heel. There was glass and milk all over the kitchen floor, and shortly thereafter, blood, too. I found where the blood was coming from and lifted my foot, thus dripping blood more widely, then found paper towels to press against my foot, paper towels to mop up the blood and the glass and the milk.
I went and sat down and calmed down and ordered pizza.
The beloved is now claiming that quiche does not need a sacrifice. I am not sure I agree.