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Bertha Who? And Sunday Brunch With A Shout Out

I was telling the kids, recently, that I used to live down the street from a girl named Bertha. I was about four years old at the time and Bertha was a teenager. I didn't really know her, but I knew her name. I remember that, when she walked by, my friends and I would say "Bertha, Bertha Butt, she's one of the Butt Sisters" and she would laugh, but I never knew why. When I told this story to the kids, they thought it was hysterical.

Last night, my son decided to search the "Bertha saying" on Google to see what would come up. To his surprise and mine, it was part of the lyrics to a song by the Jimmy Castor Bunch. There's even a video. Of course, Mr. Willoughby, who I swear knows every song ever written, knew it right away and could have solved this mystery had I told him the story.





I can only assume that the older kids starting quoting this song and my friends and I picked it up from them, because I don't think I was listening this kind of music when I was four. Do you remember this song?


Sunday Brunch


We don't have a chance to have a family breakfast together very often, so we love to have Sunday Brunch when we can. We don't worry too much about fat, calories, sodium or cholesterol since we don't eat like this every day.

On today's menu was bacon, Breakfast Potatoes, and omelets. I cooked the bacon and potatoes, and Mr. Willoughby made bacon and cheese omelets as well as crab stuffed omelets. He makes the most delicious, beautiful omelets so I always leave this job to him.


The recipe for the breakfast potatoes came from Rachel's blog at Rachel vs. "The Kitchen". If you haven't been to Rachel's blog lately, you need to check it out. She has amazing recipes. The potatoes were extremely easy and incredibly delicious. The only change I made to the recipe was to substitute a little bit of bacon grease for the olive oil. Thanks for the great recipe, Rachel!

Comments

Unknown said…
Of course I remember Bertha Butt, one of the Butt sisters. My brother and I would have giggle fits whenever the song came on the radio! It was one of those silly novelty songs from the 70's.
Lissaloo said…
What a funny song, lol. I want to come have breakfast at your house, yummy :)
BashfulToast said…
Bertha, Bertha butt she's one of the butt sisters!! Haha i'll never forget it!! And breakfast was awesome.
Kathy said…
Thanks for the shout out for Rachel vs. the Kitchen! It led me to several other food blogs. I get so tired of making the same food over and over!
Rachel said…
Thank you so much for the shout out! I'm so glad you enjoyed the breakfast potatoes! I was just taking a minute to glance over your blog (I'm a bit behind on checking/posting) and several things are catching my eye! Take care and thank you again! I very much enjoy your blog, as well!!!

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