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Genetic Mutations, or: Waffles!

Current parenting trends tell us it's not appropriate for moms to declare that they have a favorite child.

But I say, sometimes, that's just the way it is.  Depending on the day, the situation, etc., I most certainly do have an especial inclination towards one of my three children.  And equally, there are days and situations in which none of my children are my favorite and I actually prefer the cat over them.

This morning, I caught a glance of my youngest, 10-year-old Elliot, hauling his laundry basket downstairs for washing.  My kids all do their own laundry, they have been for at least a year now, and he is consistently the only one we don't have to remind or nag to do it.  So, yeah, favorite child award today goes to him.  On the other hand, the 15-year-old is currently on my Crap List because his favorite slacker trick when doing dishes is NOT to remove the silverware, thus letting pile up and not get washed properly.  I am considering having him revert to the old school way of dishwashing, the way I used to do it - BY HAND.

Two mornings ago, I woke up and made these:


These are Raspberry-Almond Waffles, recipe found here at http://100daysofrealfood.com.

The only change I made was substituting orange extract for the vanilla.  They were easy to make, quick to fix (thanks to my daughter's Belgian waffle maker), and gone in minutes.  I did put the finished waffles in the oven (on the lowest setting) while the others cooked.

And as we're eating these yummy, fruity, nutty concoctions...my 13-year-old daughter says, know what would be awesome, Mom?  Pieces of bacon and sausage in the waffle...then you'd have like the whole breakfast in one go.

Simple. Genius. And totally worthy of the Favorite Child Award for Wednesday, October 1, 2014.

I love all my children.  Really.  Of course I do.  But every now and then, they completely startle me out of the gene pool with their brilliance.




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