Because your ass is hungover. I know I'm always posting about quiches and it's starting to look lazy. I justify that technically this is almost a Flamiche. Don't ask me the difference because I don't care. I really applaud myself on this because a.) it was delicious b.) I made it the night before to minimize effort in my hungover state and c.) I remembered champagne and orange juice to aid said hangover. I probably wouldn't have gone to all this trouble but my boyfriend was going on a last-minute trip to Africa later that day and had spent the night. Yes, that is a thing that happened. I figured if this was the last time I would see him alive, at least we ate well. Sort of.
Again, I'm not totally sure what a flamiche is, but I do know it contains a mixture of leeks and gruyere cheese. This was mostly off the cuff, but it's a good thing my cuff has such good taste. I think some recipes do contain potatoes and since my bedfellow is a vegetarian I added them for extra substance. Typically this dish is prepared in a tart pan, but that seems stupid so I used a shallow pie dish.
You will need the following
1 pastry shell (I used my own savory herb and cheddar recipe)
1 leek stalk, chopped
1 tbsp butter
1/2 c cream or whole milk
1 c shredded gruyere
1 russet potato sliced and boiled
salt & pepper
Step 1: Clean leeks and cut off the dark green ends and roots. Turns out leeks are just giant green onions. Chop them like so and saute in butter until soft.
Step 2: Boil potato slices and then let sit until cool-ish. Sprinkle them with dried rosemary so they have flavor.
Step 3: Whisk together milk and eggs. Toss in leeks and keep whisking until mixed up
Step 4: Build your flamiche by putting the pastry shell in your pie dish. Then line it with potatoes. Then a layer of cheese. Then your egg shit followed by more cheese. Salt and pepper it up. Or skip reading this step and just look at the picture below.
Step 5: Bake at 425 for 40 minutes. Allow to cool completely before covering and refrigerating. When reheating, bake at 350 for 20ish minutes. Long enough to think about having sex and then decide not to because all that motion might just make you ralph.
Gratuitous, I know.