while I was sleeping...
I was flattened over the weekend by a sinus and ear infection, so Jim aptly took on the role of primary caregiver for the little men of the household. He does it well. But creative cookery is always a byproduct of his watch, and this morning when Aidan asked for pancakes I found out exactly what happened on Sunday through his very specific demands.Apparently we're out of syrup. So the batter was dressed up with fruit loops. Then topped (and I couldn't bear to take a picture of this) with the juices from a bottle of maraschino cherries.
I shouldn't really be surprised. Jim gets itchy fingers making pancakes. They stray through every cupboard in search of a magical ingredient or substitution. Much to my plain pancake prefering annoyance.
[I do steer clear of his mystery pancake batters, but also empathize with his urges. My fingers get itchy making chocolate chip cookies (much to his annoyance). Even when I set out to follow a recipe precisely, I seldom make it through without detours. Plain chocolate chip cookies are okay, but a little bit of coconut..peanut butter..oatmeal...there's always something that makes them better!]
Needless to say, fruit loops and bottled cherry juice were not going on my pancakes. So I sprinkled powdered sugar and squeezed an orange over the top. And I have to say it was the best pancake I've had. Syrup has nothing on this combo.
Then again, I can't get enough of oranges lately...perhaps a reflection of my secret hope to ward off colds forever. The past week (plus!) has been rough. And by the weekend my house was living proof.
On Sunday I saw my mom and mentioned the sorry state of certain bathrooms that haven't seen a toilet scrubber in weeks (Yes, you read that correctly. I know.). She was alarmed. And came over yesterday to amend the situation.
Aidan loved being Grandma's shadow through a morning of cleaning and was a very attentive pupil. As chief bathroom-dirtying culprit, he should be. Those with little men will concur that they have no patience for careful toilet visits...it's all about speeding in and out. Which causes problems. And odors. And frustration.
Cyn bought them a "special" (it's all about advertising) package of cleaning wipes for each bathroom and carefully showed them where to wipe after each visit. They were thrilled. I'm sure the enthusiasm won't last forever, but it did amuse me.
Today I woke up feeling completely human. I'm breathing through my nose, which deserves a loud "hallelujah" after a week of mouth breathing (don't even get me started on that subject).
My house is clean. My kids are home. We've got fruit loops and oranges to spare.
Life is good.
Reader Comments (22)
Glad you are feeling better. How many weeks are you again?
Paula told me once that she uses chocolate syrup instead of pancake syrup because it has less sugar, but Froot Loops work too I guess...
Hooray for your mom! And for being able to breathe through your nose again.
To answer your question: my toenails were matching G's fingernails today.....but I didn't want to mess up my french manicure on my fingers :)
Hope you are feeling much, much better!
Amy
Happy spring!
Go grandma! What a wonder to come help and teach. Maybe those magic wipes will do the trick?
Glad you're feeling better.
the way in the toilet? heehee My kids can barely tolerate a scrubber brush on a wand! Yeaaa
for cleaning! p.s. my grandma would make us kids pancakes with 7up. She said it made them
fluffy & we thought it was SO cool!!!
Kay's comment made me laugh out loud! That is quite an accomplishment -- I love it!
I'm glad you are feeling better, and I loved the documented fruit loop pancake. I'm not a real fan of pancakes, mostly because I despise syrup, so I'll have to try your orange and sugar method. When we have German pancakes I do that with lemon and powdered sugar.
Hey, your mom emailed me about some clothes and I emailed her back but I didn't hear anything since then.