Roasted Cherry Toms and Pea Quiche

Roasted cherry tomatoes, fresh peas and goat’s cheese quiche.

It was a funny day yesterday… I was enjoying my breakfast, a nice mug of breakfast tea in one hand, the other holding the left side of my face, elbow on the table while listening to the usual gobbledygook on the radio, bis repetita placent blabla that it becomes quite entertaining and then voosh! Lights and radio out, silence broken only by the cats purring somewhere under the table. I just cursed a bit but without real conviction, accepting while looking at the ESB reminder pinned on the “do not forget” board in front of me and for the past ten days. The skies were grey, raining and humid, it was going to be a long afternoon… No TV, no internet, too sad out to go for a walk or even a drive so I did what I do sometimes, sat in the hall of the cottage and went through six boxes of pictures, a life documented like many others, six boxes and something like 25 years in the making, moments I remembered a bit more than others, I couldn’t stop…

Boxed memories

It is hard to describe how I felt; I wasn’t overwhelmed or over joyed, I smiled and laughed at times, until I got to the last box. There was no pictures in that one, just a few letters. I haven’t looked at these in at least twenty years! First was my father writing, hoping all was good as I had only moved to Ireland, his tone was awkward and anxious apart from that one, where the French military contacted him about me, and a form I should have filled… Ten years after I had already done my “service” ( which turned out to be just under 24 h, so long suckas!), his language was – let’s say-  colourful and not very flattering towards “La grande muette” ( the great mute one, slang for the French Army);  this really made me laugh. Then there was a more touching moment, where I read letters from my mother now gone 21 years; this was a bit strange, yet, not unpleasant as I could hear her voice, wishing she could be visiting but “was afraid to be sick on the boat over”, and a “maybe next year when I feel better” but it never happened. I opened another one, sometimes in the same envelope, my sister, apologising that she didn’t have anything interesting to write about so she called me an ingrate for not writing more often, ingrate again when I opened the next note, an ex girlfriend, my first girlfriend who decided that she was missing me after all ( she dumped me btw, kids!) nothing too mean though, we are still friends. Then there was the sweet touch of Dey-Dey’s pen, close friend of my mum, support until the end in each other’s dark days, her too hoping to visit the following year, but she checked out 11 months after my mother did… That’s friendship for you! Speaking of which, the next three were aerograms or “Air Letters” from my body Sergio who was “in the can” in India, risking a good bit of time for a bit of grass, but according to him, it was worse than “Midnight Express” (he did one month in the shade, the rest of the sentence in his guest house, hardly!)… I remember looking forward to replying to him from the comfort of a Galway pub while sipping a pint of stout… I guess this made me smile, not a bad way to spend the day after all, with family and friends, what’s not to like!

The Letters

The lights and the radio came back at once, it was 15:30 and I felt a rude awakening after this pleasant time travel, back to the brouhaha of modern life, internet, social media and messenger, “who even sends an email now?” I here some say. But those a bit younger who never experienced the joy and impatience of writing, receiving and reading a letter, think again, it’s not too late and they live with you for ever! Ok? Time for dinner!

Quiche dough

For The Dough: shortcrust

  • 200 g of organic semolina or pasta flour
  • 100 g of butter (salted)
  • 1 organic egg yolk
  • 5 tbsp of iced cold water

In a blender, mix the flour, egg yolk and butter together. The butter must be cold. Pulse until you get a nice sandy texture. Place into a bowl and add the tbsp’s of water. Knead briefly and add more water if you need; make a nice dough ball and leave in the fridge wrapped in cling film.

For the toppings:

  • 12 organic cherry tomatoes
  • a generous handful of fresh peas ( or frozen)
  • 150 g of fresh goat’s cheese
  • 1 clove of garlic
  • a pinch of thyme
  • fleur de sel/ sea salt
  • olive oil

Wash and cut the tomatoes in halves, sprinkle with olive oil, fleur de sel and thyme then in the oven it goes at 200 c for 15-20 minutes…

Cherry Tomatoes

Put your peas in a pot of salted water, with a sliced clove of garlic and let it simmer for a couple of minutes, drain and cool…

Green Peas

For The Mix:

  • 5 organic free range eggs
  • 30 cl of fresh cream
  • salt

At that stage, you can roll the pastry into a buttered and floured tart dish. Mix the eggs, salt and cream together. Place the tomatoes and peas in the dish, then cover with the egg mix…

Ready for the oven

For the cheese, I used a fresh Irish goat’s cheese, but not too strong ( in this case St Tola from Clare). I like the contrast the ash used in the ripening process gives…

Goat’s Cheese

Crumble on top of the quiche and bake at 180 c for 25 to 30 minutes…

Out of the oven

To serve, I made some wedges with a large pink sweet potato and a bulb of garlic, that I baked at the same time as the quiche and for the same amount of time…

Pink sweet potato wedges

I hope you enjoyed this little “Storycipe”…

Roasted cherry tomatoes, fresh peas and goat’s cheese quiche.

Keep Well and Eat Happy

Slán Tamall




11 thoughts on “Roasted Cherry Toms and Pea Quiche

  1. A pretty perfect blog post my friend. Lovely storytelling and a delightful quiche. I have just eaten roasted tomatoes and feta on sourdough. A delight that I will post.
    Stay well,

  2. This looks phenom! Anything with cherry tomatoes and goat cheese is gonna be delish in my book. Also, going through old pictures is the best. I’m always surprised at the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia… bitter-sweet.

  3. I don’t have many letters but I love the ones I have. I think you can tell a lot from them – even handwriting reveals so much. All my family members of a certain age have this beautiful very curly script that they were taught in school, which I love seeing. And of course it’s lovely to have an object to touch and read and look at. Flicking through old emails just isn’t the same!

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