The word “featherbed” zapped me right over to one of the unused beds in our house. That bed belongs to the teenager, who has a new bed down at college these days. And thinking of that reminded me of my endless discussions with her about making her bed and picking up the giant piles of clothes on her floor, and so on. So now that she is in college, her bed looks the way I was always nagging her about. Like this.
And in a complete, 180 degree reversal, I am now living for the times when she comes home from college and her room immediately returns to its natural state. It takes less than 24 hours for it to look like its bad old self.
My personal favorite thing is that wet towel moldering away on the floor. Or maybe the blow dryer lounging on the bed. I can’t decide. I will mention that while I was taking these photographs, I did stumble upon this item which resides out of plain sight in between her bed and the bookcase.
She bought this with her own money after we said very firmly that no, we couldn’t get a dog. We understood how very badly she wanted one, but no, we just couldn’t get a dog. So one day she dug out her birthday/allowance/etc and bought, yes, a concrete statue of a dog….since her parents wouldn’t let her have an actual living, breathing dog.. A stroke of brilliance, because after that, we had no choice but to get one of these.
And just for the record, the teenager is now 14 hours away at college, and this character is about 7 seconds away, snuggled into the corner of my couch.
I have no idea how I got so VERY far away from the point, which is the wonderful and kind of unusual Ham Featherbed recipe you saw many moons ago at the start of this post. It’s technically a kind of breakfast dish, but we happily ate it for supper one day when we had some ham we were looking to make good use of. It also involves eggs, and bread, and applesauce…coincidentally all things that the teenager loves. And it’s one of those handy dishes that you can make the night before and pull out the next day to pop in the oven whenever people come stretching and yawning their way out of their featherbeds! So without further ado or meandering, here’s the recipe. At last!
Recipe slightly adapted from THE BREAKFAST BOOK