French toast for breakfast. This cold morning (27 here) I thought I would do it up right. Of course not the real French toast, but I have invented my diabetic version and am satisfied. Add turkey bacon, a big fat Navel orange (for Christmas) and coffee--not bad at all. They have a tray of fresh fruit on the food line as we pick our choices. Apples, bananas, and very good oranges. Take your pick. I like any kind of fruit. Christmas day passed quiet and unusual. But I heard from all daughters and enjoyed them all. I get restless after Christmas to take all this glorious clutter down. Maybe I can just do a little at a time and make it last a while longer. That urge came from having a live tree all the years we were married. Truman would suggest a fake one sometime, but did not protest too much as we would go to the tree lot and pick out one together. Can't remember taking a child with us. I wonder why? No reason comes to mind. They loved to decorate. We would get it so early that it started to shed early
Just rambling this morning,
BETTY BOOP
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