Around this time of year folks look back at the previous year’s goals, whether or not they’ve met them and begin planning for the coming year. I’m not going to be doing this. 2009 wasn’t the year I wanted it to be on many levels and if I can leave it behind and not look back ever again I’ll be content. I’m not a calendar year kind of guy, and have been trying to lump my goals by my age. Later this month I’ll be turning 33, and will seriously begin making plans for the next year on THAT schedule.
The holidays treated me far better than I probably deserve to be treated, though that self-indulgent bit of modest martyrdom aside I won’t complain about it. For as good as I was treated, however, it didn’t feel like the holiday I remembered it to be. I was stressed, poor, worried, unhappy with myself, and couldn’t muster enough holiday spirit to get into things. It was just sort of this thing I was expected to do and take part in. It didn’t feel right, and I vow to make next year more festive. I’ve always liked the holidays and want to get back to really taking a part in it.
The one thing the year end holidays bring like clockwork, which I enjoy far too much, is New Year’s celebration. We don’t drink, so our celebration is a bit different from most other folks. We mainly just eat a lot. Every year Amu and I throw a New Year’s breakfast for a few invited guests. Two years ago, on a dare, a tradition was born. I introduce to you, THE DEATH CREPE:
We’d begun doing a traditional breakfast, with eggs, bacon, toast and the like. Amu’d been in a crepe making kick, so we also used the opportunity to have a crepe breakfast. Tuna melt crepes and whipped cream with strawberry crepes were the order of the day. I was dared to combine some things for a MANLY crepe, and did just that.
The Death Crepe is a bottom crepe, cheddar cheese, bacon, an egg fried in bacon grease, and [not pictured here] another layer of cheese, with a second crepe to top it off. It’s hardened arteries on a plate, and a suicidal tradition at the beginning of the year.
This year, being our third year surviving the Death Crepe, we brainstormed how we could make it MANLIER! Next year we hope to make it EVEN MORE DEADLY! We also hope to survive it long enough to show you.