All was going well until I realised I'd also need some parsley, and had to negotiate my way back to the produce section, where I ran headlong into the first rush of after-work shoppers, and even then couldn't find any parsley except for the 'living herb' kind which always has way more than you need. Oh well.
Anyway, I made it to dry land, and headed inside to make my quiche. You basically mix the eggs, milk and parsley with the pancake mix and cheese, then fry up the bacon and onion. The bacon and onion goes into the bottom of the dish, and you pour the egg mixture on top. Quite easy really, though it then has to cook for 40 minutes, which hardly fits the description of "quick".
Anyway, the quiche is in the oven now: I won't go as far as saying I'm feeling optimistic about it, but it was looking quite good last time I checked it. I'll find out very soon how it's come out.
- 30 minutes later -
It's hard to say whether I can call this a success or not:
Has it risen? Yes.
Is it cooked through? Yes.
Did I follow the recipe correctly? Yes.
Would I call it a quiche? Absolutely not.
I'd call it a weird sort of savoury cake, with a slightly soggy bacon and onion layer on the bottom.
It doesn't taste bad. You could liken it to those cheesy specialty breads you get with bits of onion and stuff in them - except that the texture is very much that of a cake. It's just odd. And now I have a whole dish of the stuff to get through.