Is It a Quiche or an Omelette ?

 

Another chapter in the life of my new Cuisinart Oven Central.

Inspired by an email from a friend (waving to Laurie), who also has one of these beauties, wherein she told me about all the wonderful things she was making, I did some kitchen rearranging to bring the Oven Central to front and center for ease of use.  Out with the toaster oven.  This appliance does everything (at least so far) that the toaster oven did, with the help of a regulation toaster for just plain toast.  Just plain toast is usually better made in a regulation toaster anyway, yah?

My plan had been to change out my toaster oven for the glitzy Breville toaster oven that I have been lusting after for many years, but after having acquired the Oven Central, I find that I like the combination of a regulation toaster and the Oven Central much, much better.  So far, the toaster oven has stayed put in the cabinet in the utility room.  It remains to be seen how this all shakes out, but . . . so far, so good.

So . . . mid-week, DH asked me to reheat his two leftover blueberry pancakes from Sunday, along with some bacon, and a couple of poached eggs.  I’m not that fond of pancakes (at least if there are eggs around), so I heated up the pancakes and the bacon in the Oven Central, and served them up with the poached eggs done on the stove.  I put down a piece of parchment paper lest the blueberries burn onto the pan.  They didn’t, of course, but did reheat to complete freshness in just a couple of minutes.  The fact that there is heat coming down from the top makes a huge difference in how quickly and evenly things cook/reheat.

Once the pancakes, etc. were served, this left the already heated up Oven Central for me to experiment with.  I wasn’t sure when I started what I had in mind, but just started hauling goodies out of the refrigerator.  I ended up with a few items on the counter:

Havarti dill cheese, a bit of deli ham, a Yukon gold potato (cooked), part of a Vidalia onion, and a couple of eggs.

Below is the final result.  I was too quick on the draw (read: hungry) to remember to chop up some of the fresh red pepper, and surely lamented that lapse when I put it out on the plate and it looked so drab.

But a sprinkle of extra dill weed, and some blueberries helped cheer it up.  My trusty taster declared its possible deliciousness.  Having already consumed his blueberry pancake breakfast, there were covetous eyes cast upon my plate.  And, yes, of course I shared.