My wife’s family has a longstanding tradition for breakfast Christmas morning that is, well, rather disgusting. All it is is melted cheddar cheese, but we bake cubes of sharp cheddar until the oil starts separating from the cheese solids and a crust forms along the top and edges. This crust, called “frust” for some reason by my family, is the most desired part of the dish. We serve the cheese with freshly baked buttermilk biscuits and preserves (fig is the first choice). I generally serve some scrambled eggs, too, but it’s a simple breakfast where the frust is the star.
It’s funny how such a simple thing can be so special, when you serve it only once a year. May you have a little frust in your world this Christmas.