I like green bean casserole — as long as I only get it once or twice a year. Any more often than that would remove its mystique and make it just another side dish.
Our son was always good at guessing what was in his presents. So one year I broke a glass jar and put the fragments inside a small box that I sealed well with package tape to make sure the glass stayed in the box. Then we put it inside the box with one of his gifts. When he shook it, he was startled to hear broken glass rattling. He never guessed what was in that box. We saved the “glass box” and used it (along with other red herrings) for several years to try to disguise what he was getting for Christmas. It almost became a game with us vs. the gift shaker.
We’re in the same situation this year, but neither of us can have cookies so no need in even baking them. Christmas will be more or less like any other day for us.
The real question is, why so many waffles? Everyone has one (or the remains of one) on their plate except Bernice, to whom Luann gave two yesterday. There are at least three on the plate in the middle of the table. Bernice is taking four more out of the waffle iron. Are they expecting someone else to join them for breakfast?
I like green bean casserole — as long as I only get it once or twice a year. Any more often than that would remove its mystique and make it just another side dish.