Monday, October 5, 2009

Waffles, Conference and Oprah – not necessarily in that order


Ever since Stephen told me that as a kid he used to wake up early on Saturday morning to try to persuade his mom to make waffles by pulling out all the ingredients onto the counter, I have not been able to resist making waffles every Saturday morning. It’s become our little Nielson tradition and this last weekend was no different. Well, except that it was conference which seemed like a good excuse to make them on Sunday too. Here’s our recipe. It only makes 2-3 waffles. We don’t need more than that for the two of us and making just enough for about one per person prevents me from having leftovers which I then eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.

P.S. Did I mention it was conference? Did I mention I feel, as expected, ready to conquer anything? Did I mention this might be my favorite talk…or this one…or maybe this one? I’m amazed how I can sit for 8 hours over the course of the weekend and the whole time feel that my eyes are being opened to all my short comings while still feeling comforted, optimistic, excited and refreshed.

P.P.S. My sister-in-law and brother-in-law will be guests on the Oprah Show on Wednesday. Stephen and I are in the third row of the audience. Check it out.

And finally…the recipe


1 eggs

1 cups whole wheat pastry flour

3/4 cups milk

1/4 cup vegetable oil

2 teaspoons baking powder

1/8 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract

Cinnamon to taste (I think I put in about 1/8-1/4 tsp)


1. Preheat waffle iron. Beat eggs until fluffy. (It do this in my trusty Magic Bullet.) Beat in flour, milk, vegetable oil, baking powder, salt, vanilla and cinnamon, just until smooth.

2. Spray preheated waffle iron with non-stick cooking spray. Pour mix onto hot waffle iron. Cook until golden brown. Serve hot.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Fun and Freedom


Yesterday a very important package was delivered. A present for Beck…and mommy. The Jumparoo – an obnoxiously large, colorful toy – the kind to which you think, before you’re a parent, you’ll never devote that much precious apartment floor space and throw your off your whole decor. Whatever. Bring on the tacky entertainment baby furniture. Although no substitute for good quality mommy and son time, maybe now I’ll be able get in a treadmill workout without depending on his nap (SO unpredictable) or husband rushing home from school when really he should be schmoozing and studying. Jumparoo - fun for Beck, freedom for mommy. So worth the eye sore and half of our living room.