I have acquired a waffle iron. A new one, fresh from the box.
What does it mean when you own a waffle iron? Does it mean you've been crushed to your knees by domestic stereotypes? Forced to bow before the ruthless expectations of Good Mothering and all that is Martha Stewart and rise before dawn to make your children fresh, healthy meals every morning?
No way. To me a waffle iron means leverage. My ace in the hole. In other words, "Pick up your room, you grubby little nits, or you WON'T get any waffles."
It works every time.
Yesterday came the waffle iron I ordered off of Amazon. I pondered this purchase for months, always holding off in the name of frugality. Until I suddenly realized that spending $50 on a device that would earn me hours of leverage in the handling of my children this summer was a smart investment indeed.
This morning I laid the groundwork, whipping up a nice waffle batter using Mark Bittman's easy recipe. I even busted out and separated the egg yolk from the whites and whipped the latter into a merangue sorta thing, folding it gently into the rest of the batter.
The results were excellent. The kids were thrilled, each eating three, plus fruit. Their minds and desires are now mine! Mine to exploit throughout the summer for my greater good.
That's my thinking, anyway.
Did they pick up their towels after playing on the Slip n' Slide today? Well, no. Obviously there has to be a waffle build-up.
Stay tuned…
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Last summer I tried the french toast in the waffle iron trick. They might be more versatile than previously believed.
http://mmmm-donut.blogspot.com/2008/06/waffle-iron-vs-french-toast.html
I’m currently considering if leftover mashed potatoes could go into one.
Waffles look so delicious!
Sounds like an excellent plan – let us know how it works out!
Those waffles look good. I wish my wife could cook.