Leek and Ricotta Quiche

There are days when I forget that I have only lived in the US for barely over 8 years, because it feels so normal to be here, but there are also days when I really feel like I still don’t completely belong. I miss our old centre-ville, I miss how my mom and I would walk together to pick up my sister from school, my childhood best friend, and how life seemed so easy when we were in school back then. I remember feeling only happiness when we packed everything we owned into a large shipping container and met it on the other side of the globe, I had none of the worries I would have had if I were older. I was blind to the bigger problems that would await us on the other side. How difficult life here would become for my father, his inability to adjust to our new life, and how difficult relationships with my french relatives would become when my parents divorced. I keep coming back to this memory of moving day, when we sat on the floor of our old living room, completely empty of everything, and ate together with simply a tablecloth on the floor. I was so excited to move…to make the place that had always been vacation, become home. Most days, that memory seems so far away, but today, I feel nostalgic and eat (almost) a whole Quiche. To old memories, the ones that are beautiful, but flawed, and hurt a little to think about.

Leek and Ricotta Quiche
Adapted from Date Night In Cookbook

1 homemade tart crust
1 cup ricotta
1 cup milk
3 egg
2 garlic cloves
1/2 cup parmesan
2 large leeks
1 red onion

Preheat oven to 375.
Combine milk and ricotta in a large bowl, and add the eggs. Whisk to combine. In a skillet, cook the leeks and onions until soft. Add the garlic and cook for 2 minutes, until fragrant. To the egg ricotta mixture, add the parmesan cheese, and the onion and leeks.
Bake for 45 minutes at 375, until it is no longer liquid, and serve warm.

  1 comment for “Leek and Ricotta Quiche

  1. Heidi
    January 28, 2015 at 7:38 am

    I loved this post, Cynthia! Those memories are just the same for me–nostalgic and bittersweet for sure. I’m so glad you have so many happy ones of your childhood in France–I do too. I’m sorry for the sadder ones, if I could have done differently, I would have. But I wouldn’t trade our lives today–here and now–for anything else. My heart fills with joy to know that you have found happiness here, even if there are moments when you remember happiness somewhere else. 🙂

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