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Crunchy/ Egg Nog/ Texas/Cranberry and Bacon Stuffed/ French Toast

Yep, that’s what I want, just as soon as I finish inventing it.

I started craving it yesterday, which wasn’t a particularly crunchy sort of day – a little gritty, perhaps,  but no crunch. The other elements started creeping in, one by one.

It was an open a box, take everything out and deal with it sort of day, the days one has LOTS of after moving. The ‘And just which past life of mine is this thing a remnant of?‘ sort of day. AND a total ‘Christmas is happening this week?’ denial day  sort of day.

It was also the day to Rescue the Aloe Vera.

You might remember the Aloe Vera as a carrier of toads into the ancestral abode….or maybe that was a Facebook moment…In TRUE Lucy and Ethel fashion, I can’t get whatever stupid thing will let me insert and then write some more, so it will come at the end, and therefore be in the NightCap position, not the ReCap place.

Anyhow, in some circles this plant is already famous. And before, before, before the plant was semi-famous, one of my  Pilgrim wasbands, John Forti,  gave me (and several dozen others) aloe vera divisions from his epically  happy aloe vera, that did do so well for me that several years later I gave aloe vera to any and all takers that I had divided up from my divisions….and after years (close to 2 decades) of cats who loved to knock plants over and tussle them out of their pots to play with their roots….I still had a very healthy, though beaten back, plant. I had meant to re-pot it last Fall, but it was too heavy to carry down the stairs….so it was a definite for this Spring.

But I hadn’t gotten someone bigger/stronger/younger then I (that would be my son) to carry it out for me  ….before the fire.

So the plant, with some ado,  was moved to the ancestral home and placed on the deck and was happy. So happy that it’s root-bound self started to burst out of the planter – sideways – so it was plunked into plastic waste paper bin, as a temporary measure to keep root and plant in the same zip code temporarily…. O tempora! O mores! 

The container was one of convenience, and not a judgement about the plant .

waste basket

A NICE plastic bin, like this white one. Also – MEMO to those who photograph white furnishings against a white background – not the best choice. Just sayin’.

That was in May. This is now December. Can you feel the guilt?

Back to Saturday….

First I had to find the boxes that had the pots in them; and the boxes with the saucers and the boxes with the potting soil. Then I had to wash the pots, because the ones that were the right size OF COURSE where the ones that I had put away with out washing.Wash them or toss them out, don’t save the washing up for later I tell me self and never seem to learn.

potting soil miricle grow

And I had 2 opened bags of soil….now I just have a little left of one. I did think that there was a third bag…..

As I examined the poor, sad  plant I realized I didn’t know where my garden tools were….so I improvised, thank you ceramic knife and stainless cooking spoon. Did I mention the reason I re-pot outdoors is because there are some things I have never learned to do neatly? In the end, I put a double layer of newpapers down on the bathroom floor and had to.


Three new pots of aloe vera.

And then the clean-up of the re-potting.

Somewhere in all the washing up, I started thinking about egg nog.

Like how almost NO ONE published a homemade egg nog recipe in the holiday magazines. Not that I would. More then once. Maybe twice. And then there’s that whole raw egg thing. That’s why no one makes it at home. Maybe.

But I had already purchased some, the egg nog of my youth:


Hood’s Golden EggNog – a little nutmeg on top – perfect.

And just how did egg nog become part of a Christmas tradition, when traditionally this is the time of year when hens lay least?  There is also an entire Nog family out there that has no egg…


Notice – NOG, No EGG. Don’t be fooled

Since I had the egg nog (not the no-egg nog) in the house already….could EggNog French toast be far behind?

And Crunchy French Toast, I have learned from Water St Cafe, home of some pretty fine French Toast, both crunchy and stuffed. The secret to their crunchy is …..


I have some corn chex, left from another project…..hmmmmm/

Water St Cafe also has a French Toast that is  both Crunchy and Stuffed…..with blueberry cream cheese.

This morning the Boston Globe Magazine  – baked French Toast

Now about the Texas Toast…

I got an early Xmas present of Smoke & Pickles

smoke and pickles

Edward Lee

Anyhow – Edward Lee mentions Texas Toast with several different dishes.Texas Toast is just sliced double thick bread.

Double thick bread slices in an egg nog (maybe a little rum) definitely a little nutmeg, and some sort of bacon/cranberry sauce stuffing….maple syrup is just too much sweet with egg nog, baked and not fried.  I’ll let you know what I decide and how it turns out.

The Recap/NightCap:

Kathleen Wall's photo.
Kathleen Wall's photo.
Last night, brought the potted plants in from the deck so they wouldn’t turn into plantcicles. This morning there was a little blob or blot in the floor – whatever could it be???????Not dust, but a little frog. Not the little frog in the picture, Mamma and me were tooooooooo busy scooping up said frog in a dustpan and gently holding him down with the broom bristles and going to the back door and unlocking the locks and setting the dustpan down and lifting the broom and finding NO FROG…..back inside, scooping Mr. Frogget once more and FINALLY getting him out the door. Because everyone should have an adrenaline filled Lucy and Ethel moment between coffee and breakfast.
October 19th, 2015

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  1. to make waffles
  2. to fail to make up one’s mind


First- here’s a link on how to make waffles out of just about everything from Food Network Magazine

 Waffle iron to the rescue


Which I saw last month and thought, ” More Waffles, More Often!” and wondered briefly if I could, if I should, if I would…..but because it was November AND I’m a pilgrim – a Foodways Pilgrim, no less – I didn’t actually get further then that on that thought.


Pilgrim me – from Food Network Magazine

And then I moved.

Which is actually another story, but a part of this one.

Because it’s not the first time I’ve moved. In this century.

It’s the third time.

And there were the three previous moves with my son….

And the three moves when I was single.

Except some of them were winter rentals and I moved home each summer….. so I’ve had some experience with the planning/picking/packing…

With the help of brothers, trucks, nephew, son – lots of help from the son – sister, mother, even a cousin who sent housewarming plants, I’m about 95 % moved in  and in the unpacking stage. Because of the time lag between when I put things in boxes, and that I wasn’t the only one putting things into boxes, it’s a little bit of a surprise every-time I open another box. Like an endless game of  Let’s Make A Deal…..with myself.

letsmake a deal

Monty, please don’t ZONK me!

Because the new space is small, some things just need to go, go, be gone.

Is the waffle iron one of those things?

Does it get enough use to justify, to pay for it’s space? Is it space worthy?

My son and I have a long history of waffles……and since waffles are a part of our New Years Morning traditional breakfast, the iron is on the safe list until then.

I also need to curate my cookbook collection. Marion Cunningham is safer then safe, for one.

Also clothes, cleaning supplies, pencils…you name it, it has to earn a place.

But all of this THINKING about place made me think maybe Michael  Pollan


and so many other food wise gurus  are wrong, wrong wrong  about why people got out of the kitchen. They generally say something about woman going into the workplace in the ’60’s, which is a little late for the exodus as far as I can see. I think it’s people on the move. Every time you move, all systems are GONE. When you have to think about where every spoon might be, when don’t know if the dishes are in the cupboard or in a box, when the counter is now to the right instead of the left and the trash is around the fridge which is near the sink…..anyhow, I think Americans on the move have more to do with people eating out then woman entering the workplace. More on this later.

Warning to family: There will be an extra box under the tree at Christmas, of things that no longer fit in Auntie’s Pantry.



Waffles as eargear AND playing chips – SWEET


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