It's not that we don't have a donut shop here in our town. And then there is the bakery at the local
Market Place. But a company from Wichita has been traveling to neighboring towns with a truck painted to look like an emergency vehicle (not the regular colors, however) and selling their wares by the dozen.
They advertised they would open at 7:00 a.m.
At 6:43 we hit the road to the parking lot location which happened to be just a few blocks from our house. Only five folks were ahead of me in line. Boxes of donuts were stacked up and a tray of giant long johns topped with crumbled bacon were on a table. Yum. We came home with a box and one bacon delight which we split with coffee for breakfast. I may have to freeze some to prevent them all disappearing by Sunday.
Lee saw an ad for crackers with cheese sandwiched in between. He couldn't remember the brand so at the store we saw this box of Ritz Bits. Somehow I had a little larger size in mind. Thirteen is the recommended serving size.
Yes, I am sleeping too much. When I add up the hours, they are about eight per day but they come at odd times. Naps and an early bed time make for early rising. Nobody cares except the dogs and Lee feeds them anyway.
Until this year I had never heard of the combination of waffles and fried chicken. It may be a Southern thing. I have visited the south; I even lived in the south for fifteen months. Never saw this idea. Now I understand there are entire restaurants serving this as their main offering.
So, this morning, having the necessary ingredients, (never mind that they are frozen) I decided to try this combo. It's ok. Might be better if everything had been made "from scratch." But how often does that happen in the present day? Not that often in this household.
Yesterday I went to our mega-market for a few things we couldn't live without. Without too much detail, this included distilled water, Thermo wraps for the neck and prune juice. Just the necessities for the aged.
I also planned to buy some Swiss Miss dark chocolate delight to add to my afternoon coffee. Since I've sworn off Starbucks, I need to get that mocha flavor somewhere else.
I couldn't find the Swiss Miss - even after finding the aisle marked Powdered Drinks. Since Lee was waiting in the car I decided not to hunt my chocolate down. It was only about 85 which is cool with a north breeze here in August! But I was determined to get out in less than ten minutes.
At the check-out, for the first time in memory, the clerk did NOT ask me if I found everything. Amazing, because I was prepared, for the first time in memory, to say, "No."
This recipe is from my mom's recipe box. It has to be about 1963 or 1964. The senator, Daniel B. Brewster, is named as the person whose kindness helped "us housewives cook Capitol Hill's famous Bean Soup" served in the senate from 1963 to 1969. Mom died in 1964 so that narrows the date.
What a simple recipe. Wonder if the House still has it on their menu?