Saturday, June 11, 2011

Day 158: or The Day I Made Waffles


The older kids were still home today, but the Kid was off at school. The Mom was also home because she had a doctor’s appointment for a bum knee. She was working from home and it threw me of all day. Having the parents home early or on days when they’re supposed to be at work always throws me off though. I’m so used to having the run of the house and never worrying about if other people are in the kitchen or watching TV. I’m very good about having the house clean by 7pm so the Mom doesn’t see a mess, but at 6:45, it’s rarely perfect.

I cooked lunch for everybody even the Mom, who seemed genuinely thankful to have someone cook her meal. She used to be home more before I came. She didn’t work Wednesdays, or at least got to work from home, so I know she likes being with the kids again.

When snack time came, the 17 year old requested waffles. It was a really big deal and everybody was fighting for one. Really? I mean, they’re good, but it’s not exactly rocket science. It’s a low energy, high reward situation I stumbled upon. I put the left over batter in the fridge for the morning, thinking that fresh waffles are better than soggy, day old ones. Apparently I was wrong. This is one of those things that is particular to a certain house I guess. In my house, my Mom will make pancake batter, and my brother will get it from the fridge and make pancakes when he wants them. Seems simple. In the French house, they make them all at once. Had I know they had a “system”, I would have followed it. I was pretty surprised by their utter confusion as to why I would do such a thing. Next time, I’ll know better I guess.

Side note: In their defense, they have their reasons. Cleaning the iron is a pain, so cook them all at once and get it over with, and a couple more they explained that I can’t remember. But personally, I think we’re right, imagine that.

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