Sherrie’s Revised Crummy Ham Christmas Brunch Recipe

This post handles problem of what to fix for brunch and offers an updated recipe of an old classic crummy ham dish.

I guess all wasn’t lost that morning when I goofed….

The 9 X 13 pan filled with my crummy ham recipe was missing something essential–seven eggs.


Quickly, I poured the milk mixture into a huge bowl, squeezing the bread, cheese, and ham, like a wet sponge.

When ready to replace the correct mixture, more milk was needed, but had none…so I added eggnog.

The next morning, much to my surprise, guests ooooued and ahhhhed over it, asking for seconds…and the recipe.

I thought of you and that you may be looking for a great recipe for Christmas brunch/lunch.

So, here goes.

Crummy Ham Brunch Recipe (serves 8-10)

1/2 loaf of french bread (8″ by 10″…Costco)….cut about 1″ thick

Remove crusts and save for topping

1/2 cup butter melted

8 slices American cheese

12 Slices honey-baked ham from deli (about 1/4 ” width)

7 eggs

1 1/2 t. dry mustard

1 1/2 cups milk

1 1/2 cups eggnog

1 1/3 t. salt

Grease long glass dish. Place bread slices to cover bottom of dish. Then, layer with cheese, ham slices.

Mix milk, eggs, and eggnog and pour over and refrigerate at least 12 hours.

Before baking, mix bread crusts (smashed to smithereens in your mixer) with 1/2 cup melted butter

Bake 325 for one hour.

So, the moral of this story is….don’t panic if you mess up a recipe…revise!





Should Adopted and Foster Kids Keep Trying After Repeated Birth Parent Rejections?

This post addresses repitition compulsion by adopted and fostered who find connecting with birth family impossible. It gives the advice of saying goodbye.

It felt like I was banging my head against a brick wall.

No matter how hard I tried to connect with my birth mother, she remained nasty.

Fellow adopted and foster kids, let me give you a loving challenge. I preface it by telling you I am not a biblical scholar, nor do I pretend to have the answers. This was the answer for me and I offer it to you for consideration.

Rejection is talked about much, but it is a common experience for many adoptees and foster kids. Even if it is an open adoption, the child suffers much rejection.

Years ago, my birth mother rejected me one day after I returned home from an Idaho reunion with her.

The moment I heard the tone of her voice over the phone, I knew something drastic had happened.  Without mincing words, she announced that she wanted no more contact. Period.

Needless to say, I was crushed, but just as determined to work at the relationship in the future.

At that time, I fell into “repetition compulsion,” which means almost addictively trying and trying the same thing, with no progress. Some call it insanity.

Just think about the need of adopted and foster kids. We are as desperate for connection as a starving man looking for food.

No wonder, we repeatedly try.

But, dear one, we don’t have to.

We can take care of ourselves instead.
One day I was reading about Abraham and Sarah in the Bible. Remember how God had promised them a child? But nothing happened. So, Abraham took things into his own hands and had a child with his handmaiden Hagar and named him Ishmael. Not long after that, Sarah got pregnant and named their son Isaac.

Hagar and her son were causing lots of trouble and dissension in the family. So God told Abraham…the birth father…to send away Hagar and their son.

Say what?

God actually gave permission to Abraham to send them away… Hagar and his birth son. They were causing incredible conflict.


If it was alright with God for such a Godly man as Abraham to send away these two, then it must be okay for me to send away my birth mother.

I didn’t have to keep banging my head against the proverbial brick wall anymore.




Yes, I’m a Christian and I Love Santa

What Adopted and Foster Kids Really Want for Christmas

I can’t stand it when Christians get all huffy about Santa.

It can surface as accusations that those who like Santa or make him a part of Christmas are betraying Jesus.

The matter is black or white to them. Either you love Jesus or Santa. No in-between.

“Jesus Is the Reason for the Season,” they preach through bumper stickers, banners, and tees.

Of course He’s the reason for the season.

As Christians, we celebrate God’s lavish love in sending incarnate Jesus to ultimately pay for our sin on the Cross.

That can be called “the culture of Christ” at Christmas.

However, it’s possible to love Jesus deeply and still participate in the culture of Christmas…decorating cookies, Santa, his reindeer, holly, mistletoe, and tons of presents under the tree.

As a child, every Christmas eve, we went to  church and afterward I made a sandwich, cookies, and a handwritten note for Santa. “Hi Santa…this is for you….love, Sherrie.”

To bed I went, eagerly awaiting the sound of reindeer hoofs on our snowy roof. Would I be able to really see those reindeer?

Never did I hear or see them, but at that young age I learned to anticipate something good….something or someone I couldn’t see. It was receiving gifts from a lavish gift giver.

As usual, only crumbs were left on my Santa plate. Guess be he was hungry…and he must have liked, for it was gone.

Let’s face it. Christmas can be both sacred and fun.

For those that insist on denying the fun part…oh, well.

For me, I love the fun part.

I love Santa.

Merry Christmas, friends.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

PS–If you’d like to check out some artistic version of Santa kneeling at the manger, here is a link: