tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970975545475697571.post3685141644954901512..comments2024-03-28T07:39:54.075-04:00Comments on Eaton Rapids Joe: Coffee CakeEaton Rapids Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102166969915526172noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970975545475697571.post-30968850510286719942014-12-27T11:41:25.922-05:002014-12-27T11:41:25.922-05:00"Now coffee is a metabolic and economic neces..."Now coffee is a metabolic and economic necessity. Ceremony? No way. Just put it in my IV." Amen to that... Second pot is brewing now and daughter is pissed she only got ONE cup out of the first pot...LOLOld NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970975545475697571.post-84875405319808388442014-12-27T10:18:12.480-05:002014-12-27T10:18:12.480-05:00:) No sir, not presumptuous at all . . . we are a...:) No sir, not presumptuous at all . . . we are a family of campers and that tradition has carried through to our kid's families as well. So the morning treat is well known! eiaftinfohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13595068743383767561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970975545475697571.post-7273532105490560072014-12-27T08:51:16.219-05:002014-12-27T08:51:16.219-05:00Would it be presumptuous to assume that nobody was...Would it be presumptuous to assume that nobody was surprised that the bread did not smell or taste like monkeys? As you can see from my profile picture I am something of an expert on monkeys.Eaton Rapids Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09102166969915526172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970975545475697571.post-86419357416766496672014-12-27T08:50:12.421-05:002014-12-27T08:50:12.421-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Eaton Rapids Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09102166969915526172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970975545475697571.post-10307844823701382872014-12-26T22:28:14.046-05:002014-12-26T22:28:14.046-05:00Our Christmas morning started with a hardy batch o...Our Christmas morning started with a hardy batch of Monkey Bread. Memories of untold campfire breakfasts drifted over the table . . . and I too felt "old". :)eiaftinfohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13595068743383767561noreply@blogger.com