Mmmmm. Saturday morning. The week's busy rhythm is replaced with a sense of calm. I wake up to silence rather than my alarm, meander down stairs to my favorite gift from mom. A coffee mug that reads, "Be still and know that I am God." I can do that; I can be still on Saturdays. Dad usually takes off before anyone else is awake to play basketball *covered with prayers that he won't get injured* and comes home with only an ache or two. Maya and I read and watch squirrels in the back yard as I wait for the sound of little footsteps down the stairs. We like to have a fun breakfast on Saturdays, which lately consists of our family fave, awfuls.
Little Neve coined the term. She once asked, "Please can you make awfuls? I want awfuls!" I was confused. My cooking isn't THAT bad, little one. Audrey translated with a smirk. "She means waffles, mom".
Now that's more like it. Of course we can have awfuls! Our fave is pumpkin: See recipe
here.
