A Labor of Love

Last week was a good week for the internet – I went shopping for a Flylady cleaning tool and ended up with that and a bedspread and a waffle iron. I thought I would get something for me and something for Tim too – he LOVED the waffle iron, especially when I promised him that I would make him some waffles for breakfast.

Saturday arrived and I was in the kitchen making the batter for the waffles when I discovered I had missed a key component in the recipe, “let the batter rest for an hour – stirring once or twice every 15 minutes.” So, there we were starving and I had a batter that needed to rest for an hour. Well what are you gonna do? I used the time to clean the kitchen and take care of the dishes in the dishwasher… it was perfect timing. By the time I finished the kitchen it was time to make the waffles.

That new waffle iron is AMAZING. I flipped the switch, it heated up, beeped, and I poured in the batter, closed the lid, flipped it over, waited for the beep, flipped it back, opened it up and removed the lightest, most golden brown waffle I had ever made…ever. I had made a recipe for Belgian Waffles and had no idea that they were as light as they were. I suppose it is the fluffy egg whites folded into the batter. . . you know . . . the one that took an hour to rest. (Yep, the recipe was little labor intensive – but delicious.)

Tim ate a few of them and grinned from ear to ear. You would have thought I had given him a plate of homemade waffles – oh wait!!! I did. But rest easy – it was served with sugar-free syrup. (wink)