Our family has a tradition that, although funny, I’m not really crazy about. Especially today. Here’s the back story.
Several years ago Erin baked rolls for Thanksgiving dinner. They were beautiful rolls and she was very proud of them. Until I heated them up, and some of the bottoms got a little too brown for Erin. She deemed them burnt, and because we had backup rolls she threw them out. Now if you aren’t familiar with our place, there is a field just east of our drive way, and Greg keeps a wide ditch in between them for drainage. The ditch is where we dispose of food for the dogs. Naturally Erin threw the “burned” rolls in the ditch. While waiting for dinner, the “menfolk” wait outside. Out of the way and out of helping range you might say. Well they were hungry, and they didn't see anything wrong with those rolls, so they just brushed the dirt off of them and ate them. And the term Ditch Rolls was born.
Since then, on any occasion when food is ruined, usually because it was dropped, the name Ditch is added to it. There were Chloe's Ditch Nachos, after a ballgame that landed in the grass and papa deemed still edible. Last year at Christmas, there were the Ditch Baked Beans that I spilled all over while taking them from the oven. Hint: never use foil pans unless they are on a cookie sheet. Thankfully, Erin managed to salvage some of them.
Just yesterday, the evil foil pan struck again. Ditch Sweet Potatoes. Greg grabbed a spatula and shoved them all back in the pan before Kenda knew what was happening! She has the cleanest floors I've ever seen, so eating off her floors, so to speak, is not even questioned. Plus, Greg and Pat were the only ones that ate sweet potatoes, so it didn't really matter to us.
Just when I thought we were in the clear, I made a cherry cheesecake today. When I put it in the fridge to chill I noticed it was rather heavy and a little unsteady. But you know, whatever. Whatever my foot. I just took it out of the refrigerator, and now....
