This post is going to be the most boring post I have ever written. Maybe. Because the posts are all about me I am somewhat more interested in them than you folks would be. So it is possible lots of my other posts are even more boring.
First a disclaimer. For the people that were with me on New Year's Eve this is not a reflection on you. What you folks did is exactly what I have done pretty much every New Years eves of past. So no judgement on my part. Seriously.
That being said some prep and planning was made and carried out. Monte had bought some egg rolls, and a few other things. I was going to make cream corn with salsa mixed in (delicious but unfortunately it kinda looks like mastitis milk) and eaten with scoops. Plus I hauled liquor bottles of dregs out of the cupboard and some glasses and Ange brought up a friend (no..not a guy, a married lady) who had brought the most delicious spinach dip and sourdough bread. All this by 7:30.
Four and a half hours til midnight. Hmmmm...we are all a little older and four and a half hours is a dauntingly longish evening time. But we nibbled and sipped and talked and laughed until ten and they gave up. Poor Randi was falling asleep on the couch and Ange and I sort of petered out of convo. Finally I told them they didn't have to stay if they preferred to go. They did and they did. That is what I probably would have done had I not been home in my comfy chair with left over spinach dip.
Monte was in his room, sleeping I presumed. So I sat here by myself, watched Blue Heelers, got mad at the writing of Blue Heelers and about ten to midnight Monte came upstairs. He sat at the far end of the dining room table behind me, writing. When it was twelve according to my trusty timex I yelled happy new year, he yelled happy new year back and we went to bed. That was it. Exciting right?
I had promised to make a breakfast casserole...which I had promptly forgotten due to all the excitement the night before and conveniently suddenly remembered the next morning around five. Shit!!!!
I whipped out my lappy, found the French Toast Breakfast Casserole recipe I had bookmarked and dashed into the kitchen. Well maybe not dashed. I haven't dashed in a long time.
I grabbed the bread I planned to use and guess what? Parts of it were green. (shovel list). Pivot time. I had a long loaf of Walmart brand sandwich bread left over from the stuffing I had made. Ironically that loaf of bread was way older than the two loaves I had baked a couple days before. I had planned to use them for the casserole. Clearly no chemical additives in that bread.
So I followed the recipe exactly except I added a buttery brown sugar crumble scattered over top and a pound of crunchy bacon pieces. It was unbelievably delicious. I made another one this morning with a couple of changes. Raisin bread, Splenda brown sugar and no bacon. It was just as delicious.
So that was my exciting New Years adventure. The best part besides the company was the spinach dip. So different to the one I make. It tasted the same though. Hers was white and mine was green. But the taste was the same. And I finally put an accurate name to the ingredient that gives spinach dip that flavour. It's in the Knorr's soup that gives it that iconic flavour we all love and remember. Knorr's basic soup flavour is onion soup. It is the onion soup one tastes that is so delicious.
Now I must prepare for my trip to Vancouver. I need to make reservations both going and coming on the ferry, make an appointment at my North Van hairdressers, do laundry to do a three day pack. And leave the house clean.
Thats it folks. I hope you all have a wonderful 2026. TFL&TTYL.
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