Saturday, July 03, 2010

My Bucket List for Kauai, 2010...

I've been thinking about writing up my trip with Joanne to Kauai, ever since we got home. But we did so many things, I am afraid I might overwhelm you, or completely bore you to death.
But it truly was a dream come true. I had written up my “Bucket List” (a fun list of things I wanted to do out there, plus places to show her, and favorite places to eat). I had 25 things written down, and we did more than 30!

On Saturday, May 15th, we flew to LA, then directly to Kauai, arriving in the dark, so Joanne didn’t really get to see the collection of islands that make up the “whole set.” We shopped for groceries, and headed up north to Princeville. Found “our condo” and lugged our stuff up 18 steps, then up 15 more steps to the left, and down 13 steps to the second floor. Strange architecture.

When I awoke at dawn the next morning, I pulled open the drapes and GASPED! Literally! It absolutely took my breath away. We both grabbed our cameras. We had a wide open view of the coast, south to the Kilauea Light House, and the colors in the clouds were from peach to brilliant red-orange. I started singing, “Then sings my soul my Savior God to Thee, how great Thou art!” I literally cried, it was so beautiful. The gentle waves were breaking way out at the reef, but the water below us was as calm as a lake, and clear blue-green.

We got ready and went to church at the “Tent Church” in Kilauea, where Bob and I had attended. They are just beginning to build the new sanctuary, having met in the tent since 2000. Wonderful to be greeted warmly by those who remembered me. A hot meal had been cooking, and after Pastor Steve Thompson's sermon, everyone stayed and ate together.

Since we were already in the area, Joanne and I visited the Kilauea Light House, (the northern-most point in the Hawaiian Islands) and got to see the Albatross’ flying by with their 7-foot wingspread. Glorious. So, we crossed off 3 things on my list. No, 4, because we had supper at the Paradise Bar and Grill where Bob and I had lunch as often as we could. Fresh Mahi Mahi grilled, on top of a wonderful big green salad.

Monday, we awoke to another glorious sunrise, and took photos again. Some Ne Ne geese (the State Bird) flew by our window. (I fed them bread crumbs from our deck). An Albatross glided by… and we were up so high, we were actually looking down on it. What a thrill. No one within a mile could see us up on our little deck, so we sunned ourselves and read, and enjoyed our coffee. Later we got sandwiches made at the deli, and walked across the Kuhio Highway to the famous lookout, overlooking the Taro fields in the Hanalei Valley. We visited with lots of other sight-seers, volunteering to take their photos for them, like Bob used to do.

We shopped at the toys and games store in the Princeville Center, where I always got Christmas stuff for my Grandkids. Bought a finger-puppet that looked like a weasel for John ! Another 5 or 6 things crossed off “The Bucket List.”

Then, we drove south to Smith’s Tropical Paradise, on The Wailua River, where we boarded a flat-bottom river boat for a ride up the river to the Fern Grotto, a huge open cave, where ferns hang from the ceiling. Hundreds of weddings take place here, every year. The entertainment on board was by the Smith Family…hulas, guitars, and singing. Most are Christians. Great Grandfather Smith, married a beautiful Hawaiian, and now, 5 generations later, most of the family look Hawaiian. As soon as a child is 8 years old, he can be involved in the family business.

The ride was followed by a huge Luau (roast pig feast) back at the plantation, for about 750 people. One of the Smith sons asked God’s blessing on the food, and after dinner, they put on an all-Pacific Island dancing and singing show in native costumes, that lasted until nearly 10 pm. What a day! 4 more things checked off the list : the river boat ride, Fern Grotto, a Luau, and a Hula show.

Took pictures of our third sunrise. Just too beautiful for words. Then we were off to see Waimea Canyon (“The Grand Canyon of the Pacific”), stopping at a Starbuck’s in Kukui Grove on the way. We visited Ron Garlie at Puhi Paint Store, the son of our best friends, Alice and Don Dunn (now in Idaho). He warmly welcomed us… so someone must have told him we were coming.

Joanne did the driving up into the canyon. Each lookout was a new wonder for her. Deep, dark green canyons, bright red dirt, lush green tropical trees, and distant waterfalls cascading down the mountains. Near the top, a vendor was selling chilled fresh papaya, already cut into chunks. (I had suggested to Joanne at the beginning, that we could have fresh papaya for lunch every day. She wasn’t too sure about that). But after tasting chilled RIPE “Kauai Sunrise” papaya, she was convinced. There’s nothing like it on the mainland.

We drove to the top, for a spectacular view of the Kalalau Valley, where a lot of the TV story “Lost” was filmed. One ridge leads all the way down to the blue, blue ocean, where some of the other tourists could see whales breeching.

I drove back down the winding road, stopping in the town of Waimea, where Captain Cook was supposed to have landed, when “he discovered the Hawaiian Islands.” ( The Hawaiians laugh at the idea). I did a PHOON for John, in front of the statue of Captain Cook. Then, Joanne drove us back to Princeville to get our Mahi Mahi “salad fix,” (often holding her cell phone out the window to capture some scene), and then back to the condo to watch “Biggest Loser.” (As Joanne was bringing things back into the condo, I set the toy weasel I had bought for John, on the floor, just inside the door. When Joanne saw it, she screamed, and backed out the door! Then we laughed and laughed!) Another 5 or 6 things crossed off my list.

Our 4th morning was a rainy one. The sky was silver, with heavy gray clouds. Joanne commented that the ocean was getting “soggier.” We watched three fishermen walking in the shallows from about Anini Beach to just below us, (about a mile) dragging along what looked like a plastic laundry basket. They were spearing fish. (We saw one which a young man had caught, about a five pounder, dark red all over like the beautiful Koi fish we see in decorative fish ponds).

We had planned to drive the car to a certain point, park it, and walk into Princeville for the exercise. But when I got to that point, I turned RIGHT instead, and we went down the road to see the posh Princeville Hotel, now called The St. Regis. Joanne was duly amazed. Three-story windows, sleek marble floors, mohagany trim everywhere, and the view of Hanalei Bay that appears on every calendar, with the mountains, and “Bali Hai” as in the movie “South Pacific.” We had a fine lunch down on the patio, where we could watch everyone enjoying the swimming pool. Blackened Ahi (tuna) on a bed of fresh greens and sprouts. Mmmm! We often took photos of our food. Joanne photographed all the blossoming bushes, Hibiscus, Plumeria, and Poinciana trees. I don’t think she missed a single color.

We circled back to the Hanalei Bay Resort, where I showed her the best tropical view of the bay, framed by curving palm trees, with colorful flowers in the foreground, and the bright blue swimming pool. We changed into our swim suits, and stretched out on the convenient lounge chairs, blending in with the hotel guests as best we could. When we were toasted on one side, we went into the pool. Mmmm. Bob and I used to sneak in there at least once a week… and no one ever questioned us. We talked to a couple of newlyweds, and found out they were from Playa del Rey, and had graduated from Westchester High. Small world.

We could tell we were getting enough sunshine, so we dressed and drove down the hill to the town of Hanalei, crossing the river on the ancient 1-lane steel bridge. Visited The Green Church, where Bob and I attended the first few years of our service out there. It was built in 1820, and we prided ourselves in having some of the hymns sung in Hawaiian from the Hawaiian Hymnbook. I wish you could hear them sing The Lord’s Prayer in Hawaiian.

We walked out to the end of the pier, jutting out into Hanalei Bay. A little boy, about 6 years old, dove off the end, and scrambled right back up the ladder to do it all over again. The pier used to have train tracks leading right up onto it, where rice and oranges were off loaded onto ships taking them to Japan! Now, California supplies the rice for Japan.

Supper was at The Dolphin Restaurant, a place Bob and I, and the Dunns and the Bockelmans, often had lunch after church. Best fish chowder ever. They must use pure cream. Then, we headed back to the condo. Joanne has been doing our laundry for us. Even laundry is fun in Paradise. Knocked off another 8 things on my list, just by turning right, intead of left at the top of the street this morning.

One of Joanne’s strongest desires was to go shell seeking on the beach. I phoned our friends Pauline and EZ Street (yes, that’s his real name) to find out the best beaches for shells. Right away they said “Anini,” at the edge of the water mark. We drove to the first curve of the beach road, where Bob and I were first introduced to Anini back in 1992 by Ruth and Herb Bockelman. We hunted perfect specimens of Opihi (look like tiny volcanoes); and Cowry (look like teeth); “money Cowry” (which the natives used to use in exchange for goods); and Drupe (with raised black dots all over them); and Grape Drupe (which are purple inside). We found perfect Cone shells, too. Beautiful clear water, so clear Joanne could photograph her foot in the sand in the water.

We left for Kapa’a for SHOPPING. We both loaded up on stuff for our kids and grandkids. I got Hawaiian shirts for David and John’s birthdays. I did another Phoon for John in front of the clock tower painted by Wyland, the guy who paints enormous whale and dolphin scenes on huge walls all over the world. We went to Coconut Marketplace for lunch at The Fish Hut, the best bargain on the island. Took pictures of our plateful. Same delicious and savory flavor on the grilled Ahi, and Ono (white fish) as in all the years past.

Now, we were close to the DOUBLE Wailua Falls, and Opaeaka Falls, which are a must-see. Joanne bought a woven green basket from a toothless hippie-like man, who says he learned to weave baskets from his grandmother. He was so picturesque, sitting on the ground with his rescue hound dog, and his stack of little woven baskets.

Next was the famous Hilo Hattie’s store, in Lihue, where I was suckered into trying to win a “free” pearl, by choosing a fresh oyster in a dish. The clerk cracked open the oyster, and it indeed contained two lovely pink pearls. Right away came the sales pitch. Buy a gold setting, for only $300.00. or try for another “free” pearl and get an even lovelier gold setting for only $450.00. I gasped. Joanne assured me that all I had to take was the FREE pearls. That was the come-on. Reluctantly, the clerk carefully wrapped up my two pink pearls and gave them to me. (She was glad to see me go).

At least, the episode didn’t spoil our appetite for Hula Pie at Duke’s Restaurant on the beach overlooking Nawiliwili Harbor. We took pictures of our slice of pie. About 5 inches of coffee ice cream tall, smothered with hot fudge, whipped cream, and a chocolate cooky crust, all to die for. (We shared it!) Another 8 things crossed off my list. Has anyone been keeping track? I think I’m way past 25. We came back to our condo, and had fresh pineapple, and fresh papaya for supper. Excellent choice.

I think it’s Friday by now. (You know it’s a good vacation, if you can’t remember what day it is!) A dear church friend, Sage Gauthier, also my friend on Facebook, came by to see us. She was very involved with the Green Church back when Bob and I got involved in trying to help the congregation select their new pastor, or Kahu, as he is called. Some sweet memories. Pastor Steve and his wife Trish, are from Dallas Seminary, and Trinity in Deerfield, IL, very gifted and lovable people. Anyway, Sage was a delight. Her husband Mark is hard at work, building the new church.

We shopped at Princeville Center, got our usual Mahi Mahi salad at Paradise, and finally got our Lappert’s Ice Cream cones, licking them while watching the tourists walk by. I think we sold everyone on the Kauai Pie flavor… a chunky mix of coffee ice cream, macadamia nuts, coconut, and chocolate fudge swirls. Mmmmm!

Joanne did the driving all the way northwest to the end of the road, at Ke’e Beach. She had to manouver 10 1-lane bridges, learning to take turns with whoever reached the entry point first. We stopped to visit the Dry Cave… a huge, football field sized cave next to the highway. It has a sandy bottom, and you can walk way in, to the back, where the walls meet the ground. We talked to three young college men from Phoenix, and got them to do the Phoon for us in the cave. Then, on to see the Wet Cave… not far down the road. A much smaller cave, but with glistening blue water not far from the entry, all the way to the back.

At Ke’e Beach, we walked out to the water, just as a woman slipped on the flat rocks and fell in. We decided to walk on the beach instead. I made Joanne follow me way around the bend to the right, and then had her turn around and look at the NaPali Coast. We both gasped. The cliffs are humongous, and each a darker shade of violet-blue. It’s the stuff oil paintings are made of. I wept, missing my beloved Bob, wishing he was there with me again. On our way home, we shopped in old Hanalei Town. Joanne found some beautiful earrings at one of the cutest boutiques. We ate PB and J sandwiches for supper at the condo, and began to pack for home.

Saturday, May 22 came all too soon. Took last photos from the condo, and a gentleman helped me get my luggage down the stairs. PTL. Up the street, we stopped at Hale ‘Aha, the B&B Bob and I used to work for, and since the owners were away, we peeked in every window. I enjoyed reminiscing as I saw each gorgeous room, remembering the furnishings, and the colors, and all that happened in each room, over the 10 years that we worked there every winter. Outside, the changes included removing the huge palm trees along the north side of the house, and no more pineapple patch. Tha banana grove was gone from the east side of the house, but was in full growth down in the swale… along with a new line of papaya trees, with fruit already growing on them. We left a note of our visit, on the front door, for Billie and Gary Sparks… who are also my friends on Facebook!

Joanne wanted to try fresh coconut milk, and had bought a fresh lime to squeeze into it. We stopped at a little road side stand, and got ice cold ones. Yummy. But the flesh of the coconut was not the dry hard, break it if you can, kind. It was more like white Jello. Unusual, but very healthy and good.

Traffic through Kapa’a came to a stand still. Good thing we weren’t in a hurry. We drove on to Old Koloa Town, and took pictures of the HUGE Monkey Pod Tree in the center of town. Originally, it was a sugar processing town. Now there is hardly any sugar cane growing on the island. Change in demand. We walked about town, took pictures in the open air museum, honoring the Chinese laborers, then headed south to Poipu. Had a late lunch at Kiahuna Plantation, at an outdoor place called Keoki’s. Excellent choice. Great Ahi salad, followed by our “last chance” Hula Pie. We wandered about in the Orchid gardens at Kiahuna Plantation, amazed at the variety of sizes and colors as far as we could see. A beautiful bride came through the garden with her entourage of men in tuxes, and the photographer. What a beautiful place for a wedding in Kauai.

Got to the Lihue Airport early, and Joanne finally realized what I meant by “open air.” There really are NO windows. No glass in the windows, that is. Just open walls, letting the breezes blow through. We were taking “the red eye” flight home, flying all night, since there is nothing to see but ocean below anyway.

It was fun landing at LA, as we came STRAIGHT IN from the ocean, onto the runways in Playa del Rey, seeing familiar streets like Vista del Mar, and Manchester Blvd. We had a short layover, so got coffee at a Starbuck’s. Joanne recognized a young woman and her fiance in line, whom she had just been reading about in People Magazine… Chelsea Clinton! (daughter of our former President Bill Clinton). Joanne asked if she could take their picture, and her fiance said he’d rather she didn’t. So she told him to tell her she thought Chelsea was beautiful, and he said he thought so, too. Later, I told him to tell her I admired how she tried to help her parents through their crisis. He said he did, too.

So, John met us at the San Jose Airport, then made breakfast for us when we got home. So, thus endeth the story of our dream trip “Return to Bountiful” or “Return to Paradise,” in this case. Everyone should have such a trip. But write up your Bucket List first!


Sunday, October 25, 2009

Ruth in Retirement...

On a recent road trip home from southern California, my friend Joan and I stopped in Ventura to visit Ruth Bockelman. She and Herb had built the Hale 'Aha Bed and Breakfast on Kauai, in 1990. Bob and I met them when we won First Prize on the KFAX Radio contest in 1992, and got to spend a week with them. We were privileged to serve as their Inn Sitters every winter after that, for 4 to 10 weeks, and we acknowledge their generosity in that. Those were perhaps the happiest years of our lives.

After Herb died suddenly from a heart attack, here on the mainland, Ruth discovered she could no longer run the B&B as before, in spite of helpful friends, and family. So, she eventually sold it, and retired to Hemet, CA, near her son. And before long, she moved to Ventura near one of her daughters.

When we found her residence, we signed in as guests, but I didn't want the clerk to let Ruth know who was here to visit her. I wanted to surprise her. She came down the elevator and looked intently at me, and said, "I can't think of your name, but I know I love you." We hugged, and I showed her a photo of Bob and me, and she said, "Oh, Doris and Bob!" And it was as though we had seen each other only last week.

She is content there, has beautiful grounds to walk around, and a lovely neighborhood to walk in, swimming pools, and gardens to enjoy. She chatted about old times, and mentioned people she remembers. My friend Joan took a picture or two with my camera, but I didn't have the flash set, so they are blurry. But this one of Ruth alone is sweet, and clear. I'm sure she would appreciate a note from you, though I'm not sure she will answer it. Maybe a phone call would do (but notes can be saved and reread).
Ruth Bockelman
1220 Cypress Point Lane #103
Ventura, CA 93003
Phone: 1-805 642-2401

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Remembering Nancy Brakhane...

Nancy and Elton Brakhane came from Glendale, AZ, he a tall lanky gentleman, quiet, reserved, and she a bubbly blonde who made friends with Bob and me as soon as we met her. As the breakfast conversations usually go, people pretty much tell their stories the first day, and continue to build on them the rest of their stay. We found out that Elton had Leukemia, and that it was in remission. Amazing.

Bob had always been interested in health and healing, and vitamins and minerals, and so he prodded Nancy regarding how Elton had been treated. This was in 1996, and we had yet to go through the loss of our daughter Janice to breast cancer, 11 years later.

We talked about Chelation therapy, (dripping high doses of vitamin C directly into the blood stream over a long period of time), and so on. We told them about our hosts, Ruth and Herb Bockelman. They were due home in just a day or two, from the Mainland. Herb was suffering from high blood pressure, and when Bob and I went to meet them at the airport in Lihue, they brought Herb down in a wheel chair! We were shocked to say the least. Immediately, I wondered how Ruth was going to run the B&B if Herb was in a wheelchair.

Bob and I were scheduled to leave for home in a day or two. Later, we found out that Nancy was able to convince Herb and Ruth that Chelation therapy could help his condition. So, their doctor with the help of another doctor on the island began this unusual lengthy treatment.

Later, we learned that Herb regained strength, happily lost some weight, and stood tall and strong all the next year. Able to serve the guests at the B&B as he had for years. Until on vacation in California, after a long hike in the desert, he had a massive heart attack on December 5, 1997 and the Lord called him Home, to the real Paradise in the heavenlies.

Nancy and I exchanged emails for all these years. Usually they were a copy of some humorous story, or perhaps a lovely spiritual article. Then, I began sending her the "blonde jokes" and she took them all in stride. Elton seemed to be thriving, and we were thankful for this.

Last week I sent her another blonde joke. I was shocked when I received an email from Elton, that the Lord had called Nancy Home. She never complained to me, or even told me she was suffering from cancer. She just got herself ready and went to be with the Lord. What a testimony. She's the first of all "our" hundreds of guests at Hale 'Aha, to go to the real Paradise.

I wonder if going to Kauai was just the preparation we all need?

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Now, where was I....

Summer has gone, fall is about over, and winter will soon be here. It happens this way every year. But it's hard to tell what season it is, when you are over in Hawaii.

Flowers continue to bloom in December, and fruit matures in January or March. And what people are wearing makes no difference, because shorts and flowered shirts are a year round custom. The locals may wear a sweater over their tank tops when it gets down to 74 degrees.

My son John and I have gotten caught up in certain TV shows. "The Amazing Race" is our favorite, "Survivor" is second, and "Lost" is somewhere after that. While watching "Lost" I get excited whenever I see a scene filmed on Kauai, familiar to me from our days there, and I can't seem to restrain myself from shouting out something like, "Oh look at that. That's where Dad and I sat and watched for dolphins. Right there, at the end of that pier!" Poor John. He'd like to watch it without the documentary.

But he has been kind to record the story, and stop the video long enough to take a picture of the scene. Here's where Bob and I sat under that roof to watch for dolphins one Sunday afternoon. Didn't see a one.

The pier is in Hanalei Bay, and used to be used for off-loading bags of rice and oranges to be shipped to Japan. Yes, rice to Japan. The railroad tracks are still there, leading up to the pier. Or at least they were, in 1995.

All the beautiful jungle scenes seem to be filmed in the Kalalau Valley, where we sometimes took guests to view the Na Pali Coast.

Even "The Amazing Race" had scenes of Kauai, when racing couples had to find a certain "Haul Cane Road," or get buckets of water while transversing Opaeaka Waterfall on steel lines. Takes all the romance out of a song like "Beautiful Kauai" sung by Larry Rivera, when you are worried more about a couple falling into the water below, instead of noticing the rainbows down in the falls. I couldn't quite contain myself, much less want to try. Those were places in some of my happiest memories, and I have to share them with SOMEBODY.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

One year later...

One year ago, at precisely 10:00 this morning, my beloved Bob was startled awake by Someone I couldn't see. He said quickly, "Amen! Amen! Amen!" and when I asked him if he was answering someone, or was praying, he didn't answer. His attention was focused on two different areas above him, and a few minutes later, he let out his last breath and passed from this earth into heaven above.

I know Heaven is above, because everything in the Bible talks about God coming DOWN to earth, or going UP "where the clouds received Him out of their sight. "

Kauai was probably as close to heaven as we could get while on earth. So, even though Bob had begun his chemo therapy for cancer, and had endured the indignation of a catheter for a time, the doctor said he could go to Kauai in May, 2004.

Other than getting tired more easily, and preferring to drive on errands rather than walk, he could have fooled anyone who didn't know the facts. Here, he is being a SCREEN SAVER.

He could literally run up the two flights of stairs, and could work a ten hour day as always. He made his delicious breads, and muffins, and kept the conversation at the breakfast table divided equally so that everyone had a chance to tell his story or adventure for the day. (He was always a gifted listener).

He would be touched by our tears today, as we remember his last day on earth, but he would not want us to stay there. He would give us permission to go where we want to go, and do what we want to do. Life is short, so flip the coin and see where God leads you today. Proverbs 16:33

Monday, June 19, 2006

The best Champagne...

In the middle of serving eight people breakfast, the phone rang. It doesn't happen often. It was from Illinois, the mother of a bride, calling to ask us to provide a beautiful bouquet and a bottle of the best Champagne for the newlyweds when they arrive on their honeymoon the next day. She wanted it put on her charge account, not on the room account. OK, we can do that.

I went back to the table, and told the guests what the request was, and told them we know nothing about Champagne. What should we get?

David from San Diego got up and went into his bedroom, and came back out with a chilled bottle of some kind of "Dom" Champagne, and told us this was the best. He owns his own pharmaceutical company, and claims to be a connoisseur of wines and Champagne in particular. No reason to doubt him. Everyone discussed their favorites, and made their own suggestions.

After the guests had gone on to their activities for the day, Bob and I went to Foodland, the local market in the Princeville Center (there is no actual liquor store) to try to find the Champagne. As we were standing there before the chilled wines, a youngish man volunteered to tell us all about the ones there. He convinced us of one on sale for only $49.99 that he said everybody loves.

Since we already have bouquets in the guest rooms, we decided to buy two gorgeous leis. We reasoned that the bride and groom can wear them everywhere, and get more enjoyment out of them (and attention). We placed these things in the little refrigerator in the Honeymoon Suite, with a note that said they were from the bride's mother.

The newlyweds Craig and Jennifer arrived that evening.

Everyone hung around the breakfast table next morning, drinking coffee until about 10:00, telling of their adventures the day before, their favorite beaches, their favorite restaurants. Then the subject changed to weddings when the newlyweds came in. They had gotten married at The Green Church, in Hanalei (photograph in an earlier Blog). They thanked us for the gifts (from her mom) in the fridge. We had them go get the leis and put them on. During breakfast, Jennifer's lei came apart, so I dashed to the market and was able to replace it.

A few days later, Jennifer came out of their room to say that Craig was sick with the same stuff she'd had, a cold, laryngitis and a fever. Next morning, I made "Sam's Simple Quiches", using Alice's delicate, rich, crisp, tender pie shells (that's another story), and fixed triple berry smoothies, and had lots of sliced papaya, and fresh pineapple. Jennifer said Craig's fever had broken, but he was sleeping. She told him about the homemade quiche, and later took him a breakfast tray, and he finished every crumb. They told us that any time we come to Chicago, we can stay with them. :-)

Craig told us that his dog has already left him for Jennifer.

Bob quipped, "Good trade!"

Oh, the name of that Champagne which we couldn't find, was Dom Parignon.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Real men eat quiche...

Keeping track of my menus, so that I didn't repeat one too soon was pretty tricky. If we had a couple here for only three days, that was easy. And another for five days, that was fine. But if a couple stayed ten days, then they got stuck with having the same thing... again.

I could vary the smoothies, each day, by using a different fruit juice such as pineapple one day, and guava juice the next, and maybe passion fruit juice the next. That helped. And I could make different kinds of muffins. But I needed variety in my main courses.

So, when Sherri came to help with the housekeeping, she offered her mother "Sam's" Simple Quiche recipe. It was a hit. Not only was it easy, but delicious, and by adding real bacon bits, or slivers of ham, it was always a hit. Each quiche served 4 people, so it was easy to double.


Find one 9" pie shell in the freezer.
Bake at 400 for about 10 minutes.
Filling: 3 eggs, 3/4 c. milk, 2 c. grated cheese (Swiss or cheddar)
Salt, pepper, pinch of nutmeg.
Beat eggs, add milk, fold in cheese.
Pour into pie crust.
Bake at 400 for 15 minutes, lower to 350 and bake 30 minutes more.

For variety, sprinkle real bacon bits over crust before filling, or

Sprinkle chopped thinly sliced ham over the crust, then fill.

Or cut tiny broccoli florets and add to the egg mixture.

Or chopped onions, mushrooms, shrimp, or cooked spinach.

Done when knife comes out clean.

Put foil over crust edge to prevent burning.

I served this with fresh sliced papayas, fresh cut pineapple, sliced strawberries, and warm muffins, or Bob's good bread. Even the men enjoyed it.