Waffles: AKA The Last Supper

Well, a piece of my heart is back at college in Tennessee tonight. He left at 6 a.m. and I had resigned myself to not going back to sleep and decided to just enjoy the next 45 minutes snuggled up in my covers. But do you know what happened? I must have zonked because the alarm went off what seemed like seconds later!

Do you know what this means? It means progress. It means that I didn’t lie there for 45 minutes worrying about my baby boy driving 14 hours. This is a breakthrough! Usually I worry when they just go fishing! Storms, Sharks, Pirates! (Just kidding, sort of.)

This is not to say I didn’t warn him about shady looking gas stations and icy bridges. He called several times to check in (I may or may not have told him to call me at every gas stop), and recently called to say he made it. Thank you, Jesus!

He also said he is cold. It’s 59 here. It’s 26 there. But considering it was 7 degrees there last night, I’m thinking he should be grateful. 7?! Why, that’s a shoe size…for some dainty footed people.

As I mentioned, he requested waffles for his last home cooked meal.

Crispy Waffles Barbells and ButtercreamI’ve been making this waffle recipe for years. They are definitely in the top 5 of our family favorites!

I mean, seriously, we named our dog Waffles. That’s how much we love them…and her!

These are so crispy and light. You need to make them for someone you love.

The recipe says to let them rise overnight, but if you are having them for supper, you can put them together in the morning.

Also, I ALWAYS double this recipe (hello! 2.teen.boys.eat.forever!) If you double it, you do not need to double the amount of yeast or water.

So here’s the bippidy-boppidy-recipe!

Crispy Waffles

Recipe from Southern Living Magazine

  • 1 envelope active dry yeast
  • 1/2 c. warm water
  • 2 c. warm milk
  • 1/2 c. melted, unsalted butter
  • 1 t. sugar
  • 1 t. salt
  • 2 c. all-purpose flour
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1/4 t. baking soda

Combine yeast and water in a glass measuring cup. Let stand 5 minutes.

Whisk yeast mixture, milk, and next 3 ingredients in a large glass bowl. Add flour, whisking until smooth. Cover and chill 8 hours or overnight.

Whisk in eggs and baking soda. Bake in a preheated waffle iron as directed by manufacturer. (oiled if not nonstick)

Wouldn’t these be perfect for Saturday morning? Just saying…

Q&A for the Day:

  • What recipes are in the top 5 of your family favorites?

Yay! It’s Cold-ish!

So we’ve got a “cold” front coming! I realize in light of temps around the rest of the country, it may seem downright balmy, but a high of 65 means sweaters and boots around here!

AND I get to wear my Bobeau asymmetrical fleece wrap!

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I love this thing! It is so soft and cozy I feel like I’m wearing my pajamas out in public except not even my pajamas are this soft! And it’s 30 percent off at Nordstrom right now. It’s available in a wide variety of colors. I got it in Heather Storm. I gave one to my best friend for Christmas and she literally jumped up and down when she opened it because she had seen and loved mine!

It also means I’ve been scouring my cookbooks and Pinterest for all manner of comfort food. It’s going to be cool for 3 days and we may gain 6 pounds but I don’t care!

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I have settled on Pioneer Woman’s broccoli cheese soup. Because one thing Pioneer Woman knows is comfort food! My middle loves Panera’s broccoli cheese soup so I’m hoping this will score big. And it’s full of broccoli so, as far as I’m concerned, it qualifies as mostly healthy! Ha!

In other news, my oldest is heading back to college tomorrow and I asked what he wanted for dinner tonight.

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It may not look like much now but that is waffle batter. We are fond of breakfast for supper around here and these waffles are so crispy, light and satisfying. If I manage to take some pictures before the afternoon light runs out, I’ll post the recipe soon!

Q&A for the Day:
What are your favorite comfort foods?

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas…Is Over

Whoever wrote the song lyric “And mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again” in the Christmas song was an idiot. I mean, nothing personal if you’re related to that person or something. I, however, wish school would never start back up with its homework, sports, science projects, book reports, hectic mornings, short evenings, and packed lunches.

I’ve had a wonderful Christmas break with everyone home, sleeping and eating under the same roof. And laughing, so much laughing! And even the occasional bickering. But all in all, just enjoying being together again.

Nobody seems to want Christmas to be over.

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Not even the dog, who seemed to make it her mission to be the most in the way humanly caninely possible while we tried to put away decorations.

Some years I can’t wait to get the decorations down and don’t even make it until New Years. That has a lot to do with the state of the tree. We’ve had years that it has been brown and dropping needles every time someone blinks. This year, though, the tree was still chugging water up until we dragged it outside. Now it’s lying there at the edge of our yard in perfectly good condition. I feel a bit like a murderer, trying to avoid eye contact with it as we wait for the yard waste truck to come pick it up.

But now my house is naked, and tomorrow the two younger ones go back to school. Thursday the oldest drives back to college, by himself. This will be his first semester with a car. I know God can take better care of him than I can and is just as much with him in Tennessee as here, but it’s going to be difficult watching him drive away. It’s just one more step towards his independence. And my senior citizen card. Do you get a card for that?

So today I’m a little nostalgic, but soon we’ll be neck deep in basketball and school lunches and time will be flying. And before you know it, we’ll be approaching summer break and Cayman will be walking through the door from college and there will be laughing. Lots of laughing!

Q&A for the day:
Are you ready to get back to “normal”?

Hurdles

Since my kids have gotten older, Monday mornings haven’t been as much of a challenge as in my younger years – not that I’m old or anything! Although, maybe this morning was an indication that I am teetering more toward that direction on the seesaw of old and young.

My Pure Barre class has changed from 7:30 to 7:00 which I am delighted about. Due to the distance I travel to get there, the 6:00 a.m. class is not an option, but the 7:30 felt like it consumed too much of my morning. 7:00 means I get home shortly after 8:00 and get my Monday started.

I was prepared for my alarm to go off since my husband’s phone buzzed at 5:00 a.m. and woke me up, so I subconsciously knew it was coming. And my father-in-law decided to respond to my text from last night at 2:00 a.m. which has nothing to do with the story, but does give you an indication of his impish nature. Ugh!

I got ready and got out the door when I remembered my car was out of gas and wouldn’t make it to Pure Barre without filling up and I had no time. So I decided to take the car that is intended for our kids to use, since my oldest is away at college and my middle does not get his license until Friday (let’s not discuss where that puts me on the seesaw), and nobody would need it today. Then I remembered I had no keys!

So I had to go back into the house and again walk over the gate that keeps my dog in the laundry room at night, and over the dog who is not so much as lifting her head that early in the morning. I grabbed the keys off the table and repeated the gate/dog hurdle with no more interest from my bullie except a minor interruption in her snoring.

I FINALLY get on my way and tried to get the condensation off the windows of the car since it is not kept in the garage. At the red light I grab a rag to wipe the side mirror and note that the wipers need to be changed because I can barely see out the front window. AND THEN I REALIZE IT’S NOT THE WIPERS; I FORGOT MY CONTACT LENSES. Driving without contacts that I have worn since 9th grade (don’t do the math PLEASE) is not an option. So I turn around in the gas station. Hurdle the gate/dog (whom I may or may not have nudged firmly with my foot – not that it mattered because she still didn’t move her fat head), grab my glasses because I have no time for contact lenses, hurdle the gate/dog. Grrrrrrrrr…that’s me; not the dog. She’s still Zzzzzzz!

At this point I reflected that if I go home and hurdle the gate/dog one more time, it probably is equivalent to 55 minutes of Pure Barre! But I persevered, despite the fact that my glasses kept sliding down my nose on a steady stream of perspiration! And I am glad that I did, as I always am when I finish a workout.

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I’m hoping the day gets better from here. However, the fact that I decided to try a new Greek yogurt that was on sale instead of my beloved Chobani Flips that I am addicted to, was a complete and disgusting disaster, might indicate that this day is going to finish like it started.

But, hey, I got two workouts in if you combine the gate/dog hurdle with the Pure Barre. So it’s not a total loss!

Q&A for the Day (Talk to me. I’m needy.):

  • How did your Monday start?

A Bulldog Christian

Well over a year and a half ago, a friend sent me a text with the picture of a bulldog puppy.Bulldog.puppy My family had been wanting a bulldog for years. My husband is the one that started it and got the kids to support him because they always take his side…which is as it should be. I had always said when we get rid of the carpet and replace it with tile, THEN we MAY get a dog. My husband, who did understand the logic of this due to the fact that he works in people’s homes every day and has seen some pretty nasty things under the carpets of pet owners, reluctantly agreed. And then the thing that I thought would never happen, happened! Wood.tileBye-bye carpet, hello to the most beautiful tile floors! living room.tileGorgeous, aren’t they?

Most of our friends knew about the bulldog dreams of my husband, hence the text.

IMG_3429 So that’s how we find ourselves, nearly two years later with Waffles, our bulldog. And though I had a few meltdowns in the beginning during the puppy training stages…like the time she decided to use Cayman’s baby book for a chew toy…I have acknowledged her as a member of our home. She is not allowed on the furniture and we never give her people food. Well…I can’t help that she gets what drops while I’m cooking. bulldog.kitchenMany of these pics are iPhone pics Waffles doesn’t wait for me to get the camera.

Seriously, she lays right underneath me while I make dinner trusting in my clumsiness. At times, I think she even trips me on purpose! (Don’t tell her that sometimes the accidental piece of cheese or shred of meat that drops isn’t as accidental as it appears).

And though I find it aggravating that she sleeps all day while I’m busy…Sleeping.Bulldog…actually, that part is delightful! But the second I sit down after dinner and evening chores are done, she decides to get an energy burst and want to play bucking bronco…Bulldog.playful…that’s the aggravating part! Bulldog.feetBut I sure do love that my feet are always warm while I eat dinner because her soft belly or chin is laying on them. And I find it especially adorable that she follows me from room to room on cleaning day and lays there until I move on to the next room.

However, whenever you WANT her to come to you, she will NOT come.

Every morning and evening, I take her for a walk. She appears to like the walk, happily strutting through the neighborhood, accepting the adoration of our neighbors with a wagging tail. Seriously, she has a fan club that rivals Justin Bieber! And she’s way cuter! But as soon as you go for that leash, she stays out of your reach like a giant game of keep-away.

Now, bulldogs aren’t known for their high energy, so a twice-a-day walk is one way we keep her active and fit. She likes it. It’s good for her.

And as we went through our morning ritual of my pretending that I wasn’t the least bit interested in her until she got close enough for me to snatch her by the collar and bring her to her leash, a spiritual truth hit me! (I know, it’s always at the weirdest times)!

But isn’t that how we are as Christians?

Lightbulb moment!

We say we are willing to do whatever the Lord asks us. We sing about it in church. We say it on our prayers. We teach about it in our Sunday School classes.

BUT, what we really mean is we are willing to do whatever the Lord asks us…on our terms!!! Just like Waffles and her walk.

Yes, Lord, I want to serve you through ministry…but not that one. It just doesn’t fit in my schedule.

Matthew 27:55 “And many women were there beholding afar off, which followed Jesus from Galilee, ministering unto him:…”

Yes, Lord, I would set no evil thing before my eyes…but this show is so entertaining.

Psalm 101:3 “I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes:…”

Yes, Lord, we want to walk with you, but we don’t want to wear your leash!

Matthew 11:30 “For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

Does Waffles get out of wearing the leash because she runs? No. Like Jonah, she can do it the easy way or the hard way.

All in all, Waffles has fit in very well with our family. She’s a delight, most of the time. She makes us laugh. She gives us affection. She has a pretty mean bark to ward off intruders (who, I hope, never figure out that she only wants to lick them to death).

And she teaches us a few spiritual lessons along the way. Waffles.Bulldog Q&A for the day: (Love talking to you!)

  • What spiritual lessons have you learned unexpectedly?