The casserole was everything I had hoped.

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By eye, I was able to tell when it was done.  It took an hour, but there was a lot in there... sixteen eggs, an cup and more of heavy cream, half a large onion, a pound and more of cheese, and... say... four to six ounces of sliced and diced peperoni.  Oh, with bacon on top.  Actually I gave it a little extra, to melt the munster cheese slices I added when I considered it mostly done... so one hour ten minutes.

It was a soufflé.  It was puffed, the first portion.  Though it shrank quickly, as did the whole casserole.  Still, it... was a pleasure.  Spiced correctly, no need for added salt.  Sweetened by the red onion, that contrasted with the spice and peperoni.  It was almost a dessert somehow.  The house smells like I made sweet rolls or something.  

I cut the thing into fifths one way, then in half the other.  I ate a fifth, all told.  Though from now on, I think a tenth and a time will be plenty.  Letting it cool before putting it up.  Trash out first, after I digest.  Then whatever else is possible.  Ducks are in, if I didn't mention.  Bits at a time.  Food, though, was really needed.  Hopefully I'll get to chicken yet tonight.

Later or good night.  Yes, I need to chatter, once in a while, when trying to get things done.  Even if I am chattering to shadows, myself, the girls, or an invisible people who may or may not read when they visit.  It helps, to seem to share plans, ideas, successes, and failures.  Keeps me on better track.  Later, as mentioned.  Or good night.