Gratituesday…and a GIVEAWAY!!

Good morning, friends!

Greetings from too-warm Illinois, where it will be 53 degrees today. Can you believe it? This morning, my guys are eating eggs in a hole, courtesy of the Pioneer Woman.  That brings me right to gratituesday. Growing up, we regularly made trips (usually cross-country) to my Grandparents’ home in Montana. Ranchers in the middle of nowhere, I loved it spending time with them. Every morning, you could count on hearing Grandpa’s cowboy boots clomping on the floor above us (we slept in the basement) and the country radio station blaring. Almost as soon as my dreams ended, I was aware of the sounds above mingled with the smells of breakfast. More often than not, it was eggs, bacon and fresh bread. (Fresh milk, too, but that’s a touchy subject with me ) To this, day, the smell of bacon cooking brings me right back to the house in Round Butte, Montana and the precious people who lived in that house. I would come upstairs to find the delights that my Grandma made and hoped with all my might that it included “dippin’ eggs.”  Grandma would make the eggs over easy and pop a piece or two of her bread in the ancient toaster that you had to watch  or it would surely burn the toast. On the plate was the buttered toast (if it burned, you scraped off the blackest parts with your knife) and the dippin’ eggs. They’d drink coffee and we’d drink the beforementioned milk from a gallon jar. Oh. My. Gosh.  You’d cut the toast into strips and dip it into the eggy wonder. Heaven. I still love them but with three boys who wake up starving, what’s a Mom to do?

Enter the egg in a hole. It’s dippin eggs all neat and tidy. One skillet. Hurrah!  Try it, you’ll thank me later.

Enter the gratituesday part…I am so thankful for grandparents and the safety I felt when I visited them. My grandpa was gruff (the boots across the floor were to wake us up if he felt we were sleeping too late – like 7 am!), but he’d let us ride on his boots as well. We’d sit on his feet and grab his leg with all our might as we walked from the kitchen to the living room. My Gramma was love in a human skin. Reading endlessly to us, encouraging our creativity, baking (and baking and baking) for us, buying “little cereals” and chewable vitamins for our visit and a closet full of dress up clothes. While I am so sad that I won’t ever get to sit in the kitchen and eat a dippin’ egg with the two of them ever again, I’m thankful for the years I did. And I still like burned toast to this day. 🙂

My Gramma and my wonderful Aunt Stevie. Aunt Stevie was part of my wonderful Montana times.

In the spirit of gratitude and breakfast wonderment, I now offer you my very first GIVEAWAY!!!!

The prize? A $10.00 gift card to Peet’s Coffee. It won’t buy you a dippin’ egg, but you can have a great cup of coffee. You can use it in a Peet’s store (if you live near one) or at Peet’s online store.

The rules? Leave me a comment with your favorite childhood breakfast by Wednesday, February 1, 2012 by 5:00 pm central standard time. Please leave your email address in the comment as well. I will print up the comments and put them in  a hat and draw a winner. Then, I’ll email the winner!!  I promise not to give away your info to anyone, or use it for my self other than this giveaway. To help prevent spam and other yucky stuff, please leave your email in the following way:

you at yahoo dot com   (Don’t use the @ symbol or the actual .)

Can’t wait to see what you loved when you were young!



7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Beth Walker
    Jan 31, 2012 @ 14:19:03

    When I was a baby my parents bought a house. In the cabinet above the stove my mom discovered a recipe card for something called Egg Puff. She decided to try it and we all loved it! It was a favorite breakfast and always requested on our birthdays. Now my children love it too!

    Egg Puff

    6 eggs
    1 cup milk
    1 cup all purpose flour
    1 tsp salt
    3 Tbsp melted butter

    Mix together and pour into greased 9×13 pan. Bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes. Gather the children around the oven when you take it out so everyone can see how high it grows! Cut into sections and serve with either warm syrup or powdered sugar on top, and a little extra melted butter never hurt. 🙂

    Beth Walker
    2 and 2 equals 4 at g mail dot come


  2. Debbie
    Jan 31, 2012 @ 18:36:10

    my mom would make a “filipino” omelet with lots of onions, garlic, potatoes, ham, and bell peppers. We’d eat it with rice and fresh diced tomatoes. It was so satisfying! carrarofam at comcast dot net.


  3. Cassie Hickman
    Jan 31, 2012 @ 21:44:37

    Janna, my favorite memories growing up were of Saurday mornings, when my dad would make us biscuits and gravy. He traveled a lot when I was young but I always knew he was home when i got a whiff of the sausage cooking. He’s been gone 6 years now and I always reminiscence when cooking them for my family! Thanks for bringing me down memory lane!


  4. TaraK
    Jan 31, 2012 @ 22:09:57

    My favorite childhood breakfast was chocolate malt o meal. Yum. I also make it for my kids, but haven’t for a long time. 🙂 Thanks for a giveaway today! tarakluth at gmail dot com


  5. Becca
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 11:43:20

    Tradition in my house: My family would make monkey bread on Christmas morning. We didn’t do last Christmas. Talked about it but it never happened. Monkey bread is so good! 🙂


  6. Erin S
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 12:49:56

    mmmmm … Peet’s Coffee. Yum! We used to have those cinnamon rolls from a can on special occasions. I make them from scratch now, but there’s always something nostalgic about that POP from the can. My mail is erin and crew at g mail dot com.


  7. elaine
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 14:38:55

    Sweet post. I remember eating eggs like that for breakfast.


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