Ike has left North East Texas. Many of my friends still don't have electricity, and there are lots of downed trees, but today is Monday. Life seems to have picked up its wet soggy socks and decided to move on as scheduled. It looks like a beautiful day ahead! I have been sick during the storm with fever and aches and pains. I have lots of craft projects whirling about in my mind, but have decided I must spend some time catching up on housework and reward myself with a creative break later!
I don't enjoy cooking all that much, but blogging has made me look at the creativity of even cooking in a way I never have before. What gave me the idea was the beauty of the colors of these eggs gifted from our chickens. I thought the colors were pretty, and it continued from there.
Note to self: Maybe my family will eat better if I BLOG their meals!!!! 
Since I was sick with the epizudic, I asked the kids to give their old ma some help in the kitchen. I wanted to use up the current abundance of eggs and have something the family could warm up quickly since I was under the weather, and the weather was under the weather. The prospect of a meal will inspire even a twelve year old to wipe off counter tops!
Daisy thought the fever had gone to my head, as I snapped pictures of my cooking project. "Mama, what made you want to take pictures of egg shells?" she asks me concerned, and yet very intrigued.
When I explained the colors of the egg shells looked so pretty, she totally understood. Sam just shook his head. He totally does NOT understand and wonders if I took my appropriate dose of Theraflu.
I added provolone and cheddar cheese, sausage, and mushrooms to the mixture. I didn't bother with a recipe. I find recipes far too constricting. This is one of the reason I am not a good cook. Sometimes things work out really well and sometimes they don't. My wonderful husband of 7 months does not understand this kind of thinking at all. Nor does he understand my disdain for timers, which is why these quiche are just a teeny tiny bit overdone. I have always believed cheese covers a multitude of sin.
Daisy watches me as I "pose" the quiche on a cherry towel and she brings me contrasting black checked potholders to add a pop to our display. She asks me if I think other mothers take pictures of their egg shells. "Do you think since I'm your daughter, I will grow up and take pictures of egg shells too?" I inform her it is highly likely. This would scare many daughters, but not Daisy. I'm always amazed at how God gave me a daughter born across the world that is SO much like me already.
My fevered photo shoot of eggs in pie shells has left me weary. Time for some Tylenol. I flop down in my chair and Daisy pats my back. "Oh, Mama. You are crazy, but you are lovable!" I thank her for the compliment which might scare most mothers, but not me. We sit and watch the results of my photo shoot appear on the computer screen. She oohs and aaahs over the egg shell colors of sea blue, delicate taupe, and pinky brown.
Daisy gets it. But, then...she IS my daughter!
