It’s Day 2 of the Christmas Season for me. Tomorrow we’ll begin our food pantry box as well as our ‘spreading holiday cheer’ activities.
On Tuesday my new daily writing challenge begins. This challenge is to write a poem, haiku (unfortunately I can’t do), flash fiction or acrostic from a word/words associated with the holidays. The list is complete and numbered but not sure which word will go each day. I will pull a number from a small box and the word for that number is daily word.
Today the acrostic is EGGY BREAD as opposed to FRENCH TOAST as it’s National French Toast Day. I’ve heard French Toast being called Eggy Bread; I sort of like that name. I think it’s more appropriate to say eggy or egg soaked bread. Personally I kind of enjoy my French toast as sticks (usually from a certain fast food chain). If I order it with breakfast I generally end up making a sandwich with my breakfast meat. Although I’m a bacon girl, for some reason I like sausage links or patty with my French toast; pancakes or waffles.
As the Christmas season kicks off, today I thought about Christmases past. I need to again tell you, I’m sure I have in the past during this time of year, but from age seven to age thirty-seven I did not care if Christmas came or not. I went through the motions of acting festive but in fact deep inside I felt nothing. I was indeed happy for the fact it being a celebration of the birth of Jesus; but as for receiving so called gifts or presents, let’s not even discuss Santa, a gift was just another item I would get. Food, well after my mother married my step-father and I became part of a blended family, it was the same meal every Christmas Eve and New Years Eve. That wasn’t so bad as it was a good tradition but after I married there was no tradition in that family. I once tried to repeat the meal I had as a kid; even made it at my mother-in-laws house, let me just say she made a back-up meal. Never again did I volunteer to make a holiday meal during that marriage. My first husband had passed away and I remarried. It was this husband that for some reason restored my spirit of the holidays.
I’ll always be happy for that.
In days to come I may share a few of my good as well as sad experiences. Especially my ‘hand-me-down’ Christmas when I was seven. That maybe a two part story.
Until tomorrow....enjoy some French toast and as always Stay Safe.
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EGGY BREAD
© Scottie-ann Murphy
(For National French Toast Day)
Even though it’s French Toast Day
Going to call it day to celebrate Eggy Bread
Great when it’s made with cinnamon raisin
bread
Yummy when topped with strawberries
Best served with sausage links
Really tasty when smothered in syrup
Even makes a delicious Monte Cristo
As all good things, eat in moderation
Do enjoy French Toast sticks, a breakfast
finger food
HAPPY NATIONAL FRENCH TOAST DAY!
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