For Christmas Eve, I usually make something we call "hanky-pankies" - sausage, ground beef, and Velveeta cheese on cocktail rye bread. For the past few years, we've had trouble finding the cocktail rye bread, but we improvised by cutting full-sized rye bread in quarters. This year, we could not find ANY rye bread. The Husband tried using Hawaiian bread for his office party. It just wasn't the same. The rye adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the thing. Too late, it occurred to me that a local bakery might make rye bread.
I always make LOADS of hanky pankies with the intention of having left-overs to tide us over on Christmas morning until it's time for breakfast at Nanny's. We had no sausage roll-ups left last night, and as I sit here waiting or folks to crawl out of bed, my stomach is growling. And it's three more hours until breakfast. Next year, I will ask the local bakery to hook me up with rye bread so this doesn't happen again.
The Grandson spent the night with us last night. He was in diapers the last time he spent the night here on Christmas Eve. I am so happy to have him here. :)
In about an hour, I will rouse the sleepers when I start rattling pots and pans. My assignment for breakfast at Nanny's is country ham and biscuits. I cheated and bought a bunch of frozen biscuits. I will cook them and the ham here at our house and try to keep them warm until time to eat. It might be hard not to sneak a ham and biscuit before we go to Nanny's house.
Around 3 or 4, we will go to Son #2's house to exchange gifts with them. I can't wait to see Granddaughter #3's expression when she opens the "extra credit" buttcrack purse. ;)
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