The Slice: Scrambling at the holidays

Back in 1957, Betty Gehr had a new baby and other little ones to manage.

She didn’t feel like preparing an elaborate Christmas dinner. So her family had scrambled eggs, bacon and biscuits.

And that’s what they have had for every Christmas dinner since.

Cleared for takeoff: Marilyn Frei’s young grandson, Quinlan, borrowed Mary from the Nativity set and placed her in the pilot’s seat of a toy airplane.

Static electric kisses: “I was sitting in a chair at the dining room table when my wife walked by and bent down to give me a kiss on the lips,” wrote Bob Hubner of tiny Viola, Idaho.

A shock ensued.

“I think that’s the worst I ever got!” she said.

Her husband thought about that for a moment. “I assumed she meant the static shock but did not ask for clarification,” he said.

The lowdown on pet ownership: Marilyn Dickson, who has a tiny dog, wonders how many other pet owners have to shovel an area in snow-covered yards so their canines can get enough clearance to do their business.

Cross-container contamination: Charlie Lee reported that in his household the penalty is death by firing squad.

Wayne Sanders said that, according to his daughter, it’s all a matter of perspective. “It’s perfectly OK to get jam in the peanut butter, but you should NEVER get peanut butter in the jam,” he wrote.

“Doesn’t happen,” said Ann Murphy. “Just lick the spoon first.”

Speaking of licking, The Slice heard from a reader who asked to remain anonymous.

“I caught my hubby sticking his finger into the peanut butter jar and letting the dog lick it off,” she wrote. “And then repeating the act for the other dog!”

That jar was quickly labeled “Dogs” and another was purchased for human consumption.

Today’s Slice question: “If I stopped paying attention to (   ), it would save me a lot of time.”