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“Please, comrade! I just want to chop him up for the stew!'
'And that's another thing! I'm tired of stew! I want to put him in a crust and bake a light fluffy quiche!'
'QUICHE?! What kind of food is THAT for a monster to eat?!”
― Jeff Smith, Bone, Vol. 1: Out from Boneville

“I'm hungry.'
'Me too.'
'Will you get us something to eat?'
'I suppose I could take a look around. Maybe find a baby bird or a dead squirrel, or something. One word about a quiche, and I'll kill you.'
'While you're up there, try to find some nice, soft grasses we can sit on and be more comfortable.'
'Yes, comrade.
...
Here. I found some eggs to suck on.'
'Did you remember to get the grasses?'
'No. I forgot.'
'Are you going to get the grasses?'
'Can I eat first?'
'I don't know why you say you'll do things if you don't mean it.'
'I MEANT it! I just FORGOT!'
'You can get the grasses after you finish eating.'
'Thank you.'
'And try to find some water. We're going to need water if we plan on hiding out here.'
'YES COMRADE! ANYTHING ELSE?'

...

'Y'know, we could've had these eggs in a quiche!”
― Jeff Smith, Bone, Vol. 2: The Great Cow Race

“If we keep him for ourselves, we can do anything we want with him!'
'OH, REALLY?! Does that include baking him in a quiche?!'
'NO, IT DOES NOT INCLUDE THAT! IT INCLUDES EATING HIM RAW!'
'That's too bad. He would've made a fine pastry filling.”
― Jeff Smith, Bone, Vol. 2: The Great Cow Race

“Our bellies are empty and our patience is short...submit to us and we will make of you a great quiche!'
'Again with the QUICHE?! What kind of self-respecting monster would eat a DAINTY PASTRY DISH?! STEW is what we will make of their bones!'
'Don't get greedy on me! There's three of them! I just want the little one for my quiche!'
'It was nothing to do with greed! It's a matter of principle! MONSTERS DO NOT EAT QUICHE!”
― Jeff Smith, Bone, Vol. 4: The Dragonslayer

“I'm so hungry, comrade! It has been days since we ate those two raccoons!'
'I know comrade. I'm even beginning to wish we had some of your homemade quiche!'
'Oh comrade! Do you mean it?'
'Hey--Hey! None of that! If you ever tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it!”
― Jeff Smith, Bone, Vol. 5: Rock Jaw Master of the Eastern Border

“Here you go, fellas. Piping hot...right out of the oven!'
'Is--Is that what I think it is?'
'It's your favourite! Custard pie with cheese and bacon!'
'QUICHE!'
'No, comrade!! Be strong! Monsters don't eat flakey bakery products! Get a hold of yourself!'
'But comrade, I'm STARVING! Our army has no food! We haven't eaten since the ghost circles appeared!'
'Oh well! We certainly have a lot of food Here, don't we, Teach? A Lot of Food...'
'Oh yes, A lot of food!'
'OK! I GIVE UP! YES! YES!! GIVE US THE QUICHE!! WE'RE STARVING--”
― Jeff Smith, Bone, Vol. 9: Crown of Horns

“ Crunchy, shaved burdock root wrapped in thick, creamy melted cheese!
It matches beautifully with the juicy chicken and is perfectly accented with a touch of freshly ground black pepper!
"But how could he get a flavor this rich without any bouillon?"
"Because he took advantage of all of the burdock's savory flavor, right down to its peel.
Burdock root has both a bitterness and a sweetness to it. He pulled out the perfect balance of both...
... and that tightened up and tied together the mellow robustness of the chicken and cheese!
It so magnificently done it's frightening."
He used burdock root, a vegetable hardly ever used in French cuisine...
... to cast a spell on a traditional French staple-quiche!”
― Yuto Tsukuda, ʳꪤΥ½©`¥Þ 14 [Shokugeki no Souma 14]

“A self-serve buffet had been set up with every quiche and tarte sal¨¦e one could imagine, like a beautiful ±è¾±²õ²õ²¹±ô²¹»å¾±¨¨°ù±ð made with onions, shiny black olives, and slippery anchovies, or the one with tomato, honey, and goat cheese.”
― Samantha Verant, The Secret French Recipes of Sophie Valroux

“The teenager brought us a small white plate with a square slab of white cheese doused in a clear liquor. He used a lighter and after several tries flames leapt up, surely singeing the hair on his fingers, then died down to a cool, stovetop blue before going out, leaving the cheese prettily browned and crisp. I wrote, Saganaki---scary but fun.
"Oh!" I said. "I forgot about the booze, Charlotte. That was insensitive of me."
"It's all burned off," she said. "Besides, if I'm going to blow thirty-two years of sobriety and get drunk, it won't be on flaming Greek cheese!"
We scooped it onto warm, puffy pita bread. "If I closed my eyes, I could be in Patmos right now," said Belinda.
A bowl of cunning little meatballs appeared with its snow-white yogurt and fish-egg dip. Another plate held three plump, golden triangular spinach pies.”
― Michelle Huneven, Search