Well, thanks to my cell phone alarm, Josh and I woke up at 5:30 am (again). We slept for a little bit longer, but both of us decided it was time for breakfast around 7:15 am. I had actually dreamt about blueberries and blueberry pancakes last night, so I'm sure you can guess what happened. Did you? Well, you're close. Waffles! Only because I have very little faith in my pancaking abilities, and we happened to have a lonely little waffle maker tucked away in one of our cabinets (Sabrina?). So BLUEBERRY waffles it is! I just told Josh we were having waffles, and when I gave it to him, he asked "Are these blueberries in them?" To which I replied, "Honey, everything we eat for the next decade is going to have blueberries in it."
[Violet! You're turning violet, Violet!]
I'm not all that familiar with waffle baking, even if there is a waffle iron involved. So the first waffle was actually more like waffle carnage. Jack didn't mind it though. He thought it was delicious. I was afraid it was going to be Breakfast Fail two weekends in a row {insert horrible French toast flashback here}, but I gave it another shot. Hell, I'm not wasting all those juicy berries. And because I had a waffle-hyped boyfriend in the living room by now, if I didn't succeed, we would also be having Waffle House for the second weekend in a row.
Fortunately for me, and for Jack's tummy, the second waffles were.... waffles! Josh got the first helping, I ate the second (it's a very small waffle maker), and the third and a half servings are now in the fridgy waiting for either a hungry friend or a munchy boyfriend to finish them off. Yay for breakfast!
(After which, we took Jack to the park. He saw a squirrel and a bird, some skateboarders, and another doggy. Good day so far. Good day.)
[Violet! You're turning violet, Violet!]
I'm not all that familiar with waffle baking, even if there is a waffle iron involved. So the first waffle was actually more like waffle carnage. Jack didn't mind it though. He thought it was delicious. I was afraid it was going to be Breakfast Fail two weekends in a row {insert horrible French toast flashback here}, but I gave it another shot. Hell, I'm not wasting all those juicy berries. And because I had a waffle-hyped boyfriend in the living room by now, if I didn't succeed, we would also be having Waffle House for the second weekend in a row.
Fortunately for me, and for Jack's tummy, the second waffles were.... waffles! Josh got the first helping, I ate the second (it's a very small waffle maker), and the third and a half servings are now in the fridgy waiting for either a hungry friend or a munchy boyfriend to finish them off. Yay for breakfast!
(After which, we took Jack to the park. He saw a squirrel and a bird, some skateboarders, and another doggy. Good day so far. Good day.)
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