I pulled my chard up today.
The potager is done for the winter.
I had intended to leave it in all winter as it’s considered a winter vegetable here. We had some a few days ago and, frankly, neither of us really liked it. The leaves were thick, a bit tough and more bitter than usual. And the stems were very big.
This could possibly explain why the French eat the stems and discard the leaves. We eat the leaves in summer when they’re tender. They eat the stems in winter when they’re broader.
I never wanted a winter garden anyway….
I made this with the last of the tender quiche a few weeks ago. Spinach would work equally well.
Chard Quiche, Potato Crust
Total time: 60 minutes
- 2 medium potatoes, 12oz (360gr) total, shredded (not peeled)
- 1 egg
- 1/4 tsp celery salt
- 1 tsp olive oil
- 4 – 5 Roma tomatoes, sliced very thinly
- 6oz (180gr) ground beef
- 1 medium leek, cleaned and sliced
- 1 tsp paprika
- 1 tsp oregano
- 4oz (120gr) chard
- 1 tbs olive oil
- 4oz (120gr) Gruyere cheese – or whatever you like, thinly sliced
- 3 eggs
- 1/2 cup (4oz, 120ml) milk
- 1/2 cup (4oz, 120gr) Greek or plain yogurt
- Mix shredded potato, salt and egg.
- Pat into a lightly oiled quiche or 10″ (25cm) pie plate, working it up the sides a bit for the edges.
- Bake in 400F (200C) oven for 15 minutes. Remove.
- The Filling:
- Wash the chard and trim any bad bits.
- Stack the leaves together and fold over, the long way. Slice into thin strips.
- Heat oil in a large skillet. Add chard to the skillet and quickly sauté until just wilted, 2 – 3 minutes.
- Remove to a plate and set aside.
- Add leeks to skillet and sauté until tender.
- Add beef, paprika, oregano and sauté, breaking beef apart as it browns.
- Remove from heat when done
- Whisk eggs, yogurt and milk together.
- To assemble:
- Put the tomatoes on the crust in a single layer..
- Top with the beef / leek mixture, then the chard.
- Lay the cheese on the chard.
- Pour the egg mixture over all and bake for 30 – 35 minutes, until center has set.
- Remove and let rest 5 minutes.
- Slice and serve.
I still have no words.
I do have more sadness.
I live in the middle of nowhere, France. We lock our house if / when we remember and mon mari routinely leaves the keys in the car
I grew up in the middle of nowhere, Wisconsin. It used to be like that in my home town.
I just saw that a Saudi student at Stout U. in Menomonee, less than 45 minutes from where I grew up, was beaten to death this week.
Mid-westerners are supposed to be friendly, welcoming, warm, caring salt-of-the-earth, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly people.
I guess not any more.
I have no words.