...WAFFLES!!!! Just gotta talk about WAFFLES!!!
As a young child, I was VERY fussy about what I ate, so I didn't eat very much. So, I was very skinny, the School Nurses would look me over to see if I had a problem. Mom would pack me a healthy lunch, and I would just eat the carrots and celery and throw the rest away. I was always looking forward to Wednesday...the school lunch was a HAMBURGER!! I would eat the hamburger, and throw away the rest. I would feel ashamed, Mom would scold me about how grateful I should be over having nice food, but being a child...it just didn't register on me.
But, on weekends, Dad would make WAFFLES!!! I would get up early and wait in the kitchen, in my pajamas, and be happy when he brought out the waffle iron. I would sit, and offer to help, but he wouldn't let me do much. So, I just watched.
The first waffle was for the birds, back then you had to put oil on the iron so the batter wouldn't stick, and the first waffle wasn't very good. But, I would help peel the second waffle off the iron, and set it on my plate. Butter and syrup followed, and well...nothing more was needed. Mom would say I should add fruit and jellies, but NO!!! Butter and syrup was enough...I eagerly ate the waffle. So, I always had a nice breakfast on the weekends.
Dad was well aware of my love for his waffles, so, when I came home from breaks at College...I got waffles.
It even extended to when I got married, and visited with my H and my children. He would pull the waffle iron out, mix the batter, and make waffles for me and my family.
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...He tried to teach me to make waffles, and I even carefully watched him, and wrote out a recipe. I made them for my roommates in college, and they LOVED them...but I didn't think that they tasted quite right. So, I was ALWAYS happy to visit, and get a waffle. I seriously think that we don't perceive reality. I think that there is an 'energy side' of us that registers things that our blood and muscle bodies just can't sense. And, we can transfer that energy, and receive that energy from others. So, Dad was putting HIS energy into the waffles. That may explain Chefs...they can fix the same dish with the same ingredients...but some taste MUCH better.
A dear memory to me...
Dad got brain cancer, and he stayed at home. I visited as much as I could...but...not as much as I wanted to. I had a family, and lived in another town, and was a busy Trial Lawyer, and very active in Classical Music and 4-H. So, the weekends got far apart. I could see him failing...he was VERY strong, and refused to go into a Clinic, and was busy in the house.
Then, came that last weekend. He was very weak, and didn't talk or visit much. But...on Sunday morning...
...He brought out the waffle iron. He waved me away when I said I could make it, and I just sat, and watched. And...
...He made me a waffle!!!
I was delighted, and put butter and syrup on it, and ate it, and hugged and kissed him, and cleaned things up.
I cried when he passed...and part of it was because he wouldn't ever make me a waffle again.
Waffles...