Waffles

We’ve all been sick this week. Down with some sort of cold. Grace, Sarah, and Em are on the upswing, while I’m just beginning to succumb. This means they are getting antsy and restless right about the time I need to rest. So when I made my way downstairs yesterday to check on them I was so relieved to see that they weren’t watching more TV that I decided to humor them. They wanted to make waffles. From scratch.

I decided the kitchen would probably survive. I got the waffle maker down for them and curled back up under my covers.

Soon Grace came up and said, “Mom, I don’t know what’s wrong. I put all the ingredients together but there’s still this one big lump in the batter and it won’t mix in.”

I thought for a minute, and then I said, “Grace, did you read the directions or just put in all the ingredients?”

“I just put all the ingredients in,” she said kind of sheepishly.

“Well, I’m guessing you didn’t melt the butter.”

“Oh.”

So she fished the butter out, melted it in the microwave and stuck it back in. They came up and asked me questions about every 3 minutes…How do you measure out 2/3 of a cup? Where is the vanilla? How long do you leave the waffle in?

I honestly had no idea how it would all turn out. I was just happy they had a project to keep them busy. But guess what? They actually made waffles.

And they were good!

This morning, Grace made them again. And they were even better.

Oh, and she also brought me breakfast in bed.

I could get used to this.