Jun. 3: This ain’t Waffle House

When Katie and Jack had a sleepover last week they begged for pancakes for breakfast. I hate making pancakes. They’re like making cookies—the first couple are no big deal, and after that it gets old and I want to be DONE. So I offered waffles. I don’t know why they’re different but they are. I think of them as less messy and less work but occasionally I’m wrong. Occasionally.

To keep with my extreme laziness, I used Krusteaz baking mix. But to keep with my extreme need to never leave things as they are, I added a bunch of cinnamon and tossed in some powdered sugar for fun. Jack didn’t like the way they looked—he accused me of trying to get him to eat whole wheat, can you just IMAGINE what a horrible mom that makes me???—but they smelled good so he gave them a try. They must have passed his inspection, because he ate six more. I have to admit, the one tiny bite I had was pretty tasty.

This is when I usually share my delicious and easy recipe. I’m so sorry. I do not have one.

Because that last waffle, combined with a lot of distracting chat with Cassie, came out like this:

See why I hate making pancakes and waffles and other stuff that requires accuracy and timing and attention? Pffft. Next sleepover breakfast: corn flakes.