Waffle Wednesday

Summer is here.  

There are the most obvious signs – it’s much louder around here than normal and I’m making trips to the grocery store every other day.  

Usually there is the hot weather – but that isn’t cooperating.  So, it kinda feels like an extended spring break.  

But, the best way to tell that it’s summer is because I have NO IDEA what day of the week it is, let alone the DATE!  Honestly, it could as easily be the 16th or the 26th, as the 6th of June.

The ONLY way for me to keep track of the day of the week is by following the breakfast pattern.  During the school year, we have a set routine.  

Monday – Pancakes

Tuesday – You’re on your own – Mom has coffee group

Waffle Wednesday

Thursday – cinnamon rolls and scrambled eggs

French Toast Friday

Saturday – this is the only day that changes

Sunday – sausage with biscuits and gravy

As long as I keep to this morning routine, I’ll be able to keep track of what day it is.

Here’s what I’ve learned:  Today was Wednesday.  We had waffles.

 

I’m Loved

When I was in college, my mom was in the hospital having surgery.  To pass the time, she copied some of her most used recipes onto note cards and gave them to me in an index card box.  It was blue and plastic.

I lived in a dorm and had no access to a kitchen.  I hadn’t even cooked much with my mom growing up.  There are a few classic pictures of me licking the beaters and such while making cookies or cake.  But, my main kitchen job was unloading and loading the dishwasher.

I cook much differently than both my grandmas and my mother.  Mainly, I cook less casseroles and ‘comfort food’.  We eat more fish and less fish sticks. Basically the difference between cooking in the 60s, 70s and 80s and cooking today.

But, there are definitely go-to recipes from that box.

I’ve belonged to a playgroup/coffee group for ten years.  We take turns hosting on Tuesday mornings.  I ALWAYS make banana bread.  My mom’s, and I assume Grandma’s, recipe. I don’t need to use the recipe card anymore – the recipe is memorized.   But I get it out every time anyway.

It’s a good thing I don’t need it – because this is what it looks like.

We cook for others to feed them – mind, body and soul.

This recipe reminds me every time – I’m loved.