and 

equals

One happy Hilary

This is a two-fer because I just can’t decide what to do first? Sweet or savory? I may do both and throw in a side of bacon for what will certainly be a pearl-clutching, swoon-inducing good breakfast. 

I haven’t really cooked much this week for reasons that aren’t super surprising. Topping the list is the fact that the girl had some serious 24-hour stomach bugs, first Co on Monday, then Mo on Wednesday. Nothing kills an appetite faster than vomit. And I don’t care how long you’ve been a parent, how many kids you have, or if you have a cast iron stomach.  Vomit is vomit and anyones vomit (yours, hers, mine) makes me want to vomit.  So, that being said, two days this week, this was a strictly tea and toast operation. 

My parents were in town this week for an extended visit, and while my dad and I work well together in the kitchen, we spent most of our time pouring over take-out menus.  I think I ate out twice for lunch and twice for dinner — in the same week! So this is how the other half lives 🙂

My dear hubs has been working hard, been traveling here and there for work, which also means, no need to fire up the stove if he’s not going to be around to enjoy my culinary prowess.  The girls want PB&J for dinner? No problem.  As for me? I usually tie it on a lunch time so by the time dinner rolls around, I’m still full.  

Anyway, like I said, my parents were in town. The girls and I were over at their new place, watching my dad put away all the dishes and accoutrements they brought like some kind of home decorating whirling dervish, when I spotted his waffle iron.  Let me back up for a second. . .my parents, in their infinite generosity and love for me their grandchildren, got themselves a little pied-a-terre near us, just in time for Trip’s arrival.  They were getting their place together and the whole time, I was marveling at how, or more like why, my dad had enough stuff already to furnish this place. He didn’t go out an buy anything new; he just looked in closets and cabinets of their house and packed up some rubbermaid tubs full of housewares. Note to self: when in need of additional kitchen essentials, go to Mom and Dad’s first, then HomeGoods. If I find an upright Kitchen Aid Mixer in their butler’s pantry. . . 

So, the waffle iron came out and I immediately remembered seeing the recipes for the fries and the waffles on Pinterest.  I love me some potatoes and recently, I’ve been craving some cinnamon ooey-gooey goodness.  I got rid of my waffle iron a while ago because — I wasn’t making any waffles.  The girls just weren’t really into it unless it came from a yellow box with Eggo emblazoned on the side.  My hubs was always on a low carb/no carb/no bread/no white flour/nothing-fun-to-eat-ever-again eating plan.  Waffles can be laborious, so my iron got pitched.  But now? Woooo!  Dad’s extra waffle iron can rent some space in my cabinet while I work on these recipes.  

I looked them both over and seeing as I don’t have a mouli for the fry recipe, I’m going with the cinnamon waffle one first. Don’t worry, a mouli shall be mine (I bet I could find one at my parents house!) and shortly thereafter, there shall be fries! These would be awesome brunch menu items, too, don’t you think? Happy Friday, y’all!

Waffled Cinnamon Rolls (courtesy of A Hen’s Nest)