I'll take some of the blueberry French toast for sure! Then I'm off to bake cookies, too - no chickens though.

The explanation: When we were little kids, making gingerbread cookies was always the first foray into cooking - the Christmas you were four years old, you got to stir the gingerbread dough - in a deep, heavy bowl, and it's a stiff dough. We had a bunch of cookie cutters that had been around for nearly ever, and as well as the Santa, reindeer, camel, and tree, the set had come with Mama and baby bunny, and Mama and baby chicken! Why chickens, we never knew, but decide we HAD to make at least one Christmas Chicken every year! I mean, what stable scene would be complete without a chicken or two, right?

Mind you, there was no donkey, manger or anything else from the biblical scene, but dagnabbit, we had our Christmas chicken!