I’m taking a break from assembling casseroles for Christmas morning breakfast. I don’t know when that became a tradition in our family, but it had something to do with trying to get some food in my children in between the 5 AM present extravaganza and Christmas dinner.
They always hated being separated from their new toys and forced to sit at the table and eat some protein and fruit.
In fact, they still talk about the injustice of it all.
And now I torture my grandson, though I sprinkle blueberries on the French Toast casserole, underneath the praline topping. He skips the egg-hash browns-cheese-bacon casserole, but his father and uncle gobble it up like they’ve never eaten hash browns before.
This year I’m using disposable pans. No one needs to be scrubbing anything on Christmas Day!
Our daughter is flying in this afternoon and from her texts it looks like the planes are on time and the weather is clear.
Tonight we’ll be at the Armadillo Bazaar again, for our Christmas Eve tradition of Bill Kirchen’s music and a bit of last minute shopping. It’s festive and fun and so typically “Texas”.
I am way behind on blogging and I’m sorry. I’ll catch up as soon as I can. I borrow Banjo Man’s computer when I can, but photos are scattered between the phone and the Kindle, and it can get complicated.
Banjo Man and I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with love, joy and peace.