New Year Noshing


"Holiday" means "eat", right?

Another week, another two-day-long holiday, another chance to think of special things to eat.



Rather than fight the New Year's Eve supper crowds or New Year's Day brunch bunch, we're doing brunch after church tomorrow -- Bristol's, which is one of our family special-occasion places. Many of the rest of you may know this chain as Brenneke's; I think it's part of the Houlihan's chain, at least it was until they went Chapter 11 four years ago. Who knows, now? But they tend to some Lou'siana style treats, which I do dearly love and I have not been able to get down to New Orleans to con my SIL Mrs. Swampytad into feeding my greedy face for nearly two years now. So Bristol's has to do.

We're staying home with the kids and watching rented movies at night, so it's rye bread w/ dill dip, boozy bow-wows and beagle di...ehrm, "dinkies" for us, although we won't inform the children of the "real" name of the last one, or at least the one given to it by the Sweet Potato Queens. Since Hubs does not care for champagne and I dasn't drink a whole bottle in on me onesies, we'll drink sparkling grape juice with the kids and I'll probably do a little pinot grigio beforehand.

Hubs has offered to do a just-before-they-stop-the-machines run to Krispy Kreme tomorrow so that we might have some for New Year's breakfast with our Rose Parade. He spotted the egg buns in Dierbergs this evening and decided we need hamburgers for New Year's dinner. Who am I to argue about either?

For my southern relatives who are fixin' to fuss about a lack of black-eyed peas and such in our New Year's eatin': We're Yankees. Worse yet, two of the kids are Californians.

Tags: New Year's , food

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