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Food Coma

January 15th, 2015

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For the first time in my life I awoke on New Year’s Eve Day to the same amazing aroma as all of my other Mennonite brethren. That would be the smell of New Year’s Cookies wafting from the direction of my sister’s kitchen. What’s a New Year’s Cookie you ask? Well, look up above, see those little fried dough balls full of raisins… those are New Year’s Cookies, and they haven’t even reached their height of amazingness yet, that happens …. NOW…

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after they’ve been coated in a sweet glaze. That’s when they’re the best. There are two separate camps when it comes to the best way to enjoy New Year’s Cookies. Those that are satisfied with them being rolled in sugar straight out of boiling oil…

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or those of us that need the largest amounts of sugar possible and prefer the glazed version, I would fall in that camp.

New Year’s Cookies are another one of those odd German food traditions found in my little burg. I have no idea where they get their name, aside from the fact that true Henderson Germans always make them on New Year’s Day. If I’m on top of my game and plan things out right, I am able to partake of them four times a year… at the Mennonite Central Committee Relief Sale, at our annual high school band’s German Smorgasbord, if I time my stop just right at Jill Weisheit’s house during our City Wide Garage Sales and if I nonchalantly invite myself over to my sister Kelli’s house on New Year’s Day.

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You see, my mom, even though she is a “true German” and excels at cooking a wide variety of our sometimes strange German foods, doesn’t “do” New Year’s Cookies. That’s what Marc is for. Marc makes two things really well, pumpkin pie (at least that’s what I’m told since I don’t “do” pumpkin pie) and New Year’s Cookies. Ahhh, it’s all coming together now… that’s why Dad so happily agreed to a noon departure, by waiting for Marc he was guaranteed New Year’s Cookies. Smart man.

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So far we had started New Year’s Day off right, by eating things most definitely not good for us. We would continue that practice as Kelli fired up her laptop and went trolling for new things to create. We had decided the day before that it would be a day of dips and snacks, not a single “well balanced meal” in sight. Kelli’s dream day, which is why she and Kris had cleaned out the Philadelphia Cream Cheese shelf at Wal Mart the day before. I do believe Kelli single-handedly keeps the cream cheese companies in business. And more power to her as one delicious concoction after another came out of that kitchen. One of those being rings of onions dipped in barbecue sauce…

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and then wrapped in bacon…

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yes you read and saw correctly, wrapped in bacon and then baked in the oven. OMG. And I never use that term. Delicious! We had now entered into the early stages of our food comas.

And we continued to slip deeper and deeper into those comas as we spent the day laying around the house, some of us watching football, some of us doing everything we could to drown out the sounds of football. At one point my mom looked over at Marc and said, “In all the years I’ve known you I have never, ever seen you sit this still for this long.” He merely paused with a bacon wrapped onion half way to his mouth and agreed with her. He couldn’t recall sitting in one place for that long either. At one point I looked up from my iPad and realized that only one of the six of us in the living room wasn’t staring at a screen like a zombie…

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and that’s only because he doesn’t know how to operate anything with a screen attached to it. And besides, he had entered into the final stage of his food coma and was fast asleep.

We rallied a bit after our second round of dips of the cream cheese variety and Kris, Kelli, Saylor and I even pulled it together enough to make a trip to Target…

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I needed to exchange the iPad case I had gotten for Christmas for the right size and well… we really didn’t need any excuse to get out of the house, we were going a bit stir crazy.

When we got back we played another round of Polish Canasta…

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and then Saylor set up her nail salon…

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it’s a bit of a sad day when Bitty Baby’s wicker suitcase becomes nail polish storage, wasn’t she just playing with that doll?

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Mom and Dad called it a night and headed for their hotel room to recover from an entire day of eating. And the rest of us settled into a You Tube spiral of Jimmy Fallon’s Tonight Show clips. And laughed our fool heads off. At one point I thought we might have to give Marc CPR because he was laughing so hard he couldn’t breath. Don’t believe me? Just Google Jimmy Fallon – Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels – Mannequin arms. Believe me, you won’t regret it.

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