Friday, August 6, 2010

Almost as Good as Waffle House



Sometimes at our house we have a lunch dilemma. Today, the choices were to eat at IHOP (with a coupon) or make something at home. I personally wanted to have waffles or pancakes and my oldest daughter wanted a ham and cheese sandwich. I was leaning toward the warmer of the two. My toddler was voting for going to "Affle House". I posed the question of making waffles at home and a unanimous decision was made.

I happen to have some whole wheat pancake mix in the pantry and on the box is the recipe for waffles. Yum. The whole wheat gives the waffles and pancakes a sweet flavor. I am all in favor of anything sweet on my taste buds. I got out all the necessary waffle making tools and then started mixing the batter. The girls were screaming the whole time, "I want lunch". As always, the question back to them is, "What am I doing at the moment"? I am usually just as hungry as they are.

Fast forward...waffles made. I adorned them with sliced bananas and sugar free syrup and of course, we can't leave off the whipped cream. I snuck in a little sugar free strawberry jam on mine.

I have fallen in love with my iPhone. If for no other reason, I can tease my husband with pictures of something he is not having at the moment. I snapped a picture of the waffles we were about to dive into and sent it in a text message to him. His response was, "Why is it that I can love and hate you at the same time"? I simply replied, "Cause I know how to push all the right buttons". It was worth making the waffles just to tease him. He is on a low carb diet and can't have anything like our yummy waffle lunch.

Other than having to clean the waffle iron when I am done, waffles are always a good lunch and a winner for the girls. They dove in and chomped bite after bite. Occasionally my toddler would say, "I want more some o' dat.", pointing to the syrup. I also enjoyed every bite of mine.

With Lunch over, I need to think about dinner. There is a peppercorn pork tenderloin in the freezer that is calling my name. I think I'll thaw it and grill it for dinner. At least Dad can have all he wants of the pork. Maybe he will love on me a little for it when he comes home. I love it when he walks in the door.

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