Mummeeeeeee, can we make Penguin Waffles for breakfast? Please?
Oh, they are a pain, and they take so long… but oh, they are worth it for Sunday morning breakfast. We only have them once in a blue moon, but it’s a nice change.
Actually, I think I like the process just as much as the end result. If that means sharing the kitchen with my not-so-little girl for an hour. Mixing and measuring, cooking and decorating, it’s all the nicer when my not-so-little girl is by my side. We bicker and we fight, we kiss and cuddle, we gang up on her Daddy and we lick the bowl. My not-so-little girl is growing so fast I have to enjoy every moment. And I am.
Just this morning she was curled in my arms, all bed warm, and telling me about her dreams. I stroked her forehead just as I have done since she was a tiny baby, wondering who put life on “fast forward” and how many more years will I have to hold her like this? My not-so-little girl is capable of cooking her own waffles, from scratch, so I love it when she invites me to help and we have a little more time together, doing girl stuff.
Waffles, so sweet, covered in icecream and honey, just the way they should be! And it sure does sweeten the boys in the house too! Penguin waffles are not your average waffle!
What’s your Sunday breakfast?