When the going gets tough, the tough make egg pie.

"Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn't the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment." ~Robert Benchley


A quick leaf through before take off and a two page article on a genius border collie satisfies my pre-flight check of the in-flight magazine.  But just as I open the seat pocket to tuck the magazine in before it puts me to sleep, my favorite word, adventure, pops up from the page.  

The article doesn't say much, but the truism speaks to me.

"It's not an adventure if everything goes right."
 
The trip to PHL was not an adventure. 

The anniversary party and Popeye's impromptu family reunion was a huge success.  The parents were pleased with their party, and their gift, the Drunkard's Path.  (OK, so we didn't mention it had a name.) 

Time to wrap it up.

We got in a run at Marsh Creek and a trip to Victory Brewing. 

Kind of forgot how big the trees are here in Pa.,

even the dead ones.

Hop Devil, anyone?

Oh, all right, just one.  Or two.

The flight was perfect and right on time. 

Even the bus to the parking lot decided to pull back in, rather than leave us waiting for the next one.  Sure looked as if we skated this trip without a bit of adventure. 

Then again, nothing like an inch of water on the bedroom floor to wake you right up when you pull in late on a Sunday night.

Not a big leak sort of adventure, just a steady little one.  Enough so that we mop it up and sop it up until we feel we can go to bed without being too underwater (literally) by morning. 

Morning is when I find the wet closet wall and the wet closet floor.  Morning is when Popeye has just enough time to knock a hole in the wall, and tear out a few chunks of soggy plaster before he leaves for work.

Empty the closet, do a bit of mopping.  Dishes, a couple loads of vacation laundry, turn off the water at the street, finish the plaster scoop up, a little more mopping.  Ah... what else to do while waiting for the plumber?

I could clean the pool or write up the summer solstice ride.  But as every good procrastinator knows, there's nothing like putting off work when you could be eating instead.

There's nothing much in the fridge because we've been gone for a few days. Can't leave and go to the store.  

And what's a Monday without a bonus challenge thrown in?  

A stuck-in-the-house-waiting-for-the-plumber-with-no-running-water scenario should do nicely.

(Everything but the eggs, milk, and cheese is pretty much optional.  You can even bake this directly in the pie pan without crust.)

Monday Morning Egg Pie

One Pillsbury pie crust.  (Check the expiration date.)
  
3 eggs,  plus  3/4 c. egg whites from carton (still good - yes!)

(or Eggbeaters, or 3 more eggs, or whatever you've got to equal 6 eggs)

1 3/4 c. shredded 2% cheddar

handful of grated parm

Onions, peppers, mushrooms, whatever veggies that aren't stuck to the bottom of the fridge.... chopped

Light olive oil

Frozen peas

3/4 c. skim milk (or canned if you've been gone longer than a weekend)

Salt, pepper, herbs (turmeric, sage, thyme, rosemary, or whatever you have on hand)

Turkey bacon, crisped, and crumbled. 


Cook the bacon in the microwave while you're chopping the onions and pepper.

Unroll the pie crust into a pie plate and flute edges.

Brown onions peppers and mushrooms in some light olive oil.  When almost done add a handful of peas and heat through.

Distribute cheeses over bottom of crust. 

Spread the sauteed veggies and crumbled bacon on top of cheese.

Stir eggs and eggwhites and skim milk in a bowl.

Pour egg mixture into crust.

Bake at 350 for about 40 minutes.  (When a sharp knife poked in the center comes out clean, it's done.)

Ok, so you can't do dishes right away.  Use the same plate.  Have a second helping.  The plumber will get here soon enough.