Thread: 2025 Happy New Year!

Well I can't actually believe that it's 2025 seems like just yesterday many were concerned with Y2K!

Well it's here and I'm having a little spread for the family. I don't have a dinner as this way they can come and go at their leisure. Here's what I've fixed for them:

Back row left to right;

Homemade Chex Mix, Corn Tortillas, Ruffle Potato Chips and Homemade Caramel Corn

Front row left to right;

Homemade Shrimp Ceviche, Homemade Hot Mustard, Homemade Canadian Bacon, Ritz Crackers, Saltines, Deviled Eggs, Salsa, Ham with cream cheese filling, Turkey with the same mixture, Bottle Salsa, Homemade Salsa and Black Olives.



Not really a balanced meal but it's all good!

I hope that the new year will bring joy and happiness to all.

Happy New Year!

(Damn I hate getting old--forgot the pic)

And to you, Roy

A happy & healthy 2025 to all.

Happy New Year with best wishes to all for a healthy and wealthy one

Bob

2024 was a bitch for me. Lots of pain, lots of surgery. Lots of infection. I’m looking forward to something better. Happy cooking Roy.

Happy New Year to all. Anxious to put 2024 behind me as well.
Hopefully a better year!!

Happy New Year to all! Crazy to think Y2K was 25 years ago.

Is it already !. Damn years ago by in a few months, now. Each year seems shorter than the last. Hopefully the circus moves on, and we can get back to some state of normal, this year. Doubt it.

We are now closer (albeit by just a little) to 2050 than to 2000.

Remember your Creator in the
days of your youth, before the days of
trouble come and the years approach
when you will say, "I find no pleasure in
them"-

before the sun and the light and the
moon and the stars grow dark, and the
clouds return after the rain;

when the keepers of the house tremble,
and the strong men stoop, when the
grinders cease because they are few,
and those looking through the windows
grow dim;

when the doors to the street are closed
and the sound of grinding fades; when
men rise up at the sound of birds, but all
their songs grow faint;

when men are afraid of heights and of
dangers in the streets; when the almond
tree blossoms and the grasshopper
drags himself along and desire no
longer is stirred. Then man goes to his
eternal home and mourners go about
the streets.

Remember him-before the silver cord is
severed, or the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the
spring, or the wheel broken at the well,

and the dust returns to the ground it
came from, and the spirit returns to God
who gave it.

"Meaningless! Meaningless!" says the
Teacher. "Everything is meaningless!"
ECC 12: 1-8