It's all a bit much.
6 years we've held off serving quiche.
6 years - six! count them! Of not eating quiche.
All because of Adrian Plass, and his characterization of eating quiche at all Christian functions. Thanks to him, the Beaker Folk have eaten less quiche than any other group of people of the same age and weight in the Western Hemisphere.
But I was a bit tired this morning. Bernie, aware that the Beaker chickens have been giving of their bounty lately, snuck up and said "what about quiche tonight?" Didn't even think about it. Just said "yes".
And so we had quiche tonight. And sure enough, having eaten no quiche for six years - unless he was eating unlawful quiche out of egg-lock - Burton leaned over to me, smirked, and I knew what was coming.
"Give us this day our daily quiche," he quipped, as though it was fresh-minted, "for that's all Christians ever eat."
He got a quiche in the face.
This idea that Christians eat only quiche is so ingrained, so deep-rooted, that it needs a whole new word. So I'd like to share it with you.
I reckon it's a quiché.
Sausage Rolls!
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