We had a quiet Christmas morning, opening gifts and cards while watching "A Christmas Story." It was good to have M home for at least one night.
We had to travel to Baldwin County to be with my family, so we stopped by the hospital to see Tucker. He is 7 years old and recently had sternum surgery. He has been in the hospital for more than 21 days. He was having to lay very still while he received more IV antibiotics. Bless his little heart.
He was happy to see Bro. Dave and is hoping to go home tomorrow to see what Santa left for him.
From there, we went to my brother's house. Here he is reading the Christmas Story.
It was a good day -- rushed -- but a good day. Merry Christmas.
Mom was going to be at Paw Paw's this Christmas, so I was tasked with making the cornbread dressing. How hard can it be? I've watched my Maw Maw, and then my Dad, and then my Mom make it many times. I'm sure I'll do okay -- not!
(Sorry about the bowl, but it's my favorite big bowl. It was warped in the dishwasher, but still works. Can you tell I'm not good with change.)
So I decided I would document the preparation (so I could remember it next year if need be). I started out making two iron skillets of yellow cornbread. I crumbled it up and added a couple hot dog buns (Linda told me to try that) and let it sit overnight, loosely covered. I then added chopped celery and onions. I cooked them in the microwave to get them a little more tender before I added them to the cornbread mixture.
(Yes, and my fancy container here is from the Chinese restaurant in town.)
I boiled some eggs, chopped them up, and added them to the mixture. I cooked a whole chicken in the crockpot until it was falling apart. I stripped the chicken and put it in the cornbread mixture and added salt and pepper (but apparently not quite enough). Since we were eating on Christmas evening, I carried the mix to my brother's house, added the broth, and cooked it.
We were in such a rush to get it cooked, that I failed to take a picture of it before it was served. It certainly smelled good and wasn't bad, but it wasn't my Momma's dressing. She said: (1) it needed more salt and pepper; (2) it needed more chicken broth; (3) it needed more boiled eggs; and (4) I should have used a better cornbread mix. Well, there's always next year.