Sunday was my dad’s 60th birthday, so we threw him a surprise party on Saturday night. My sisters and I, along with my dad’s wife, decided to make as much as we could ourselves instead of catering in. Everyone pitched in and said what they’d prepare, and I said I’d make Mom’s quiche (which I’ve made several times before). We were set.

On Monday I went to my recipe notepad to make sure I had all the ingredients I needed at home.

I couldn’t find the recipe.

I remained calm, and on Tuesday I tried to find it again in other places.

I couldn’t find the recipe.

On Wednesday I went through my emails and frantically texted my sisters about the recipe – none of them had it – and called my grandmother – who didn’t know it either.

I could not find my mom’s famous quiche recipe.

And I just started to cry.

It is SUCH an insane reason to cry, but I guess that’s what it’s going to be like now. I hadn’t actually cried about my mom in a couple months, I think, my longest period yet. But I couldn’t stop. Here was a piece of my mom that was a staple in my life that would forever be gone.

One more recipe taken to the grave.

But this is different than most of her recipes: You see – I actually had this one, and I lost it. Comparing the two is like comparing addition to quantum physics – absolutely immeasurable.

I was inconsolable.

I tweeted my frustration and many of my friends/followers sent me links to other great-looking quiches on various websites.

But it wasn’t my mom’s quiche.

I swear it was one of the biggest breakdowns I’ve had since my mom got sick – and it was over a quiche.

This post actually has a happy ending – on Thursday I actually found the recipe hidden in a random book (no idea how it got there), and prepared it – and it received excellent reviews.

You can be sure, however, that it is now written in my permanent cookbook and labeled “Mom’s Amazing Corn-Mushroom-Cheese Quiche – Don’t Dare Lose This!”