We would like to thank the hens (Thanks, ladies!) for the two dozen eggs (eight per pie),
Stella (the sweetheart) for the milk (a half cup per pie),
Our heavenly Father for all the rain to grow the vegetables and herbs (five or six spinach leaves, a palmful of basil, and a sprinkling of chives per pie),
And our kind grocers down the road for the deep dish crusts (since I hate making pie crust) and tomatoes (since ours aren't ripe yet).
Yum! Was it good when we put it all together!
And it turns out that William will eat quiche (if it's swimming in ketchup, of cours).
Leave it to William to roast a graham cracker... Definitely a little man not bound by convention.
(Nobody else could pierce one with a stick without it breaking!)