After my post this morning the girls were ready for breakfast and said they wanted waffles. Ummm, alright. Alright would be code for I just cleaned up the kitchen but sure, why not.
They love to stir while I read the recipe and measure out ingredients for them to add in. Add in is code for play tug of war with a cup of milk.
We used the waffle recipe straight out of the waffle box. The drops of syrup on that recipe is my proof.
2 cups of all purpose flour is code for 1 cup of white flour and 1 cup of whole wheat flour.
3 tablespoons of sugar is code for 2 tablespoons of Agave Nectar.
1/4 cup of vegetable oil is code for 1/4 cup of canola oil.
That’s right Black and Decker I totally cracked your stinkin’ code!
Maxine, waiting patiently.
Ava said these were the best waffles she’s ever eaten. Shhh, don’t tell Kashi we upstaged them.
So while I don’t get the wedding gift waffle maker out regularly, sometimes I am motivated. Motivated is code for begged. That recipe made 4 waffles, so there were plenty left over and these are great to pull out and toast up in the toaster oven for a couple more breakfasts and snacks.
I didn’t have one, I was still happily digging my magenta juice and cantaloupe buzz.
And lesson learned, don’t accidentally leave the far-from-cheap Grade A Maple Syrup unattended while you turn your back for just one second. Turn your back for just one second is code for run off and check your email.
Now we know.
Waffle mess and syrup covered children cleaned up, it was time to make a big salad mess.
Red leaf, spinach, carrots, tomato, cuke, sprouts, shredded zucchini and a PURPLE pepper straight from the garden. All ingredients in a large bowl, a little dressing…. Shake, shake, shake… shake shake shake… shake my salad! Right JanethaB? That’s the only way I roll. Roll is code for tossed.
I worked around the house and then it was time to set the kids free of the confines of the house and meet up with my dad at the yacht club for a little pool time.
But first, a snack! And this is where things started to turn eerily familiar.
Hmmm, didn’t I have that same salad for lunch yesterday? And I think that shriveled snack of dried apples, raisins and walnuts is a repeat too!
Hey man, if it ain’t broke…
Snack time and then pool time. Pool time would be code for Mama’s undisturbed reading time.
We ended up staying pretty late. My dad was out sailing and it was nearly 7 by the time I convinced them we were packing it up and getting the show on the road. Convinced them is code for drag a reluctant Maxine out of the sandbox and giant play Pirate ship while trying to let her think she’s in charge by giving her the option of going down the slide or walking the plank.
Boy that was some code. But yeah we cracked it! High Five! And she chose to walk the plank in case you’re wondering.
We stayed so late I completely underestimated how hungry I was and how long the car ride home was. In fact, to say I was hungry would be putting it mildly.
Not pretty but I don’t care. I was hungry! And hungry would of course be code for STARVING.
Did you know that food tastes better when you are hungry? True story. Well, I think it’s a true story, I don’t have a link to any sort of prestigious study to send you to but I know I’ve read that before. Basically it has to do with your hunger hormones, ghrelin probably. As I understand it, it’s nature’s way of encouraging you to eat MORE. If you are really hungry when you sit down to eat your body thinks food is scarce and wants you to tank up. Food tastes better, therefore you eat a lot. Reason #561 not to go too long without eating.
Luckily for my waist line this leftover beauty was pre-portioned out and therefore portion control was built right in.
While I’m not willing to wager a small child on the validity of that little tidbit, I’m fairly positive it’s true. But I’m no RD, I just read a lot. I’m mentioning all this is because I was thinking about that as I was eating the best chili EVER. It certainly seemed true tonight because I was STARVING by the time we got home and this tasted about 100x times better than it was last night. And it was good last night!
It was the best chili I’ve ever eaten. Shhh… don’t tell the Alison of Christmas Past that I upstaged her.
And now it’s time for bed. No, bed is not code for anything. I’m just going to bed.