My children (and the rest of my family) know that if they come for Christmas, and only at Christmas, they'll get old-fashioned cinnamon rolls baked fresh for Christmas breakfast. Not the big sprawling gooey caramel-laden gobsters they sell at the mall; my rolls are white, light, and purely cinnamon in flavor. A tiny drizzle of light, powdered sugar-milk glaze is all the topping they need. My family also gets the standard egg-cheese-sausage casserole or strata--the same recipe my mother-in-law made (and still makes) for years. I sometimes dream up a small variation (peppers or mushrooms on top) and one wild and wooly Christmas I made a different egg casserole all together. Wow. Outside the box for sure. But what are holidays for if not for some sort of tradition (whatever kind) that seems to wear well from year to year?
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