For anyone who doesn’t think time is going by SO much more quickly than ever before in human history…
I would say, DIDN”T WE JUST DO ALL THIS AWESOME STUFF?!!
Not, complaining, mind you. I mean, I’ll take any chance I can get to hang out with all these cool people–playing games…
eating April’s INCREDIBLE Cheese fondue…
or just sitting quietly on the carpet with a couple of fan girls.
But so help me, I was just getting used to writing 2022–kinda liked it actually- very fun and curly–and now, forget about it. Start practicing your 3’s.
My girl even set me up, nice and slick with a popper of my own. I don’t really ever pull those strings because….well, you know….they POP. And I don’t like that. Just sit still and mind your own business. No popping.
But in an effort to be a good sport–I tried it this year. Being the ridiculous novice that I am–I held onto the wrong part so when I pulled the string, it popped in my hand instead of wherever else it’s suppose to pop.
Serves me right. I knew it was an evil popper when I picked it up.
One of our family’s favorite New Year’s traditions is to make a Danish filled pancake dish called Ebleskievers.
We love to fill them with jam or chocolate chips–for the sweet version…
…or fill them with bacon and scrambled eggs for the savory breakfast!!
it’s kind of criminal to only make these lovelies once a year!
My mother bought the pan when I was a kid in the little Danish town of Solvang, California, but you’ll be happy to know that you can buy these pans almost anywhere–William Sonoma, Walmart, or even on Amazon. Now that’s not so scary, right?
Beat egg yolks; beat in sugar. Combine dry ingredients. Add alternately with butter and milk. Beat egg whites until stiff, but not dry. Fold into batter. Grease ebelskiver pan with about 1/8 tsp. butter in each well. Heat pan on medium. Fill depressions with about 1 tablespoon of batter. Add a half teaspoon of jelly, fruit, or chocolate and cover with a bit more batter.
When cooked on bottom, turn with skewers or two forks. Cook other side. Regrease pan between batches. If desired, dust with powdered sugar. Eat them before anyone catches you in the kitchen. heh, heh, heh.
We ate cheesy potato soup and crusty bread and raspberry waffles and hot peppermint milk. The little kids played at our feet while the big kids battled away at Mario Kart. Even the stalwart youngest souls made it to midnight. They shot off confetti poppers and Nate even had a fancy-schmancy firework that blasted up way too high and loud for the middle of the night. It was positively indecent–and wonderful. Magoo and I watched from the front room window like the gentle souls we are. Then off we went–home again, home again…jiggity jog.