I tried my new waffle maker this morning and it worked really well. The waffles were light and fluffy. Waffles were a Sunday night tradition in my family. My dad made them and sausage or bacon or both, and we all felt it was a big treat and fun to not have "dinner". My dad was quite a breakfast maker in general, with huge breakfasts to start my brother and I off in the morning. He would make cream of wheat, add half and half and canned fruit cocktail, then toast and maybe eggs as well. On the weekends my mom would make biscuits and gravy, and my dad would pile on fried eggs and canadian bacon and cantaloupe and orange juice with a cherry in the glass. We sometimes had half a grapefruit, or stewed prunes or applesauce. It's a miracle I could walk to school after breakfast.
I, of course, didn't appreciate the heavy stuff, and wished I could just have fruit and maybe a piece of toast. I hated eggs, from the beginning, as it seemed like killing baby chicks and the meats bothered me as much. I'd seen the animals slaughtered, hung out and cured at my grandma's place, and I was not to be fooled. But I did occasionally like pancakes or waffles. Now I don't even like pancakes, though I don't turn down crepes, but when I order in restaurant it's oatmeal and fruit, or scrambled eggs and toast. But I have my husband representing my midwestern family, and eating as if he were my dad. Today I had meatless sausage patties with the waffles, and my poor husband had to grin and bear it. Those who don't cook don't get to decide the menu.
How about that game last night? That was almost too exciting, and the finale, with Craig getting the run due to obstruction, will be talked about for ages. I just hope he didn't get reinjured, as he'd just come off the disabled list. And I really hope that wasn't part of the plan by the obstructor, who shall remain nameless. So far this world series has been super exciting. It's mighty satisfying.
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