In 1984 there were three boys in our house. My son and two step sons. I worked and I never knew where my husband was. Man could three boys eat a lot. Sometimes they each had a friend there in the summer months when school was out.
One day I had made a huge pot of spanish rice and a German chocolate cake. There were six boys there. I trusted them because the youngest of them was twelve. It was to be for supper that night. When I got home from work the boys had scraped the pot clean, ate the cake, and decided to make waffles. They had cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, and the waffle iron was pristine. They had even took out the trash and burned it.
Well right away I was suspicious. You know, Mothers intuition! First thing I noticed that puzzled me was three of my kitchen towels were no where to be found. I asked the boys and they acted very guilty but didn't know a thing about those towels. Sure they didn't!!
I couldn't put my finger on it but I knew, that I knew, that I knew, something was rotten in Denmark, (or Missouri as the case was). There was just nothing that I could grasp to prove my case. I just waited them out because I knew one day the whole story was bound to come out. AND IT DID!!!
We had company one day a few months later and the boys started telling their story which follows.
Now the boys knew that eating the food would not get them in trouble. They were never reprimanded for eating good food. They did know to clean up their mess which they did. But they said they were still hungry which I know was true. You couldn't fill those boys up and six boys!!!! Well think about that. That part was all well and good but then came the waffles.
They discussed what they would like to eat and I had a new waffle iron. SOOOOO! They decided to make waffles. Did they know what they were doing? Heck no!
They looked for my recipes and found the waffle recipe which they started reading. They assembled the things they would need on the work area which was not very big. Of course that made for spills and messes. At first they used paper towels and napkins but they decided quickly that they'd better not use them all up because I would know that. They discussed that and decided they could use the kitchen towels and wash them out as they went. That was only half right because I didn't use towels that way, but then I didn't make the kinds of messes they did either.
They got to the point where they were mixing the ingredients in the bowl. They had no idea what a small t meant but they decided it meant tablespoon and used a tablespoon of baking powder, and ½ tablespoon of salt . They figured out the rest until they came to the part that said, Separate two eggs. One of them said “What does that mean”? None of them knew but they finally decided it meant separate the white from the yolk. They had seen egg whites beaten so they knew the yolk had to be removed but had no idea how. The decided to just drop the whole thing in the bowl and use a spoon and dip the yolk out. Oh My Heavens would I have loved to have seen that production and heard them discussing all the aspects of making waffles.
They got them mixed with a few egg shells that they couldn't get out. Their next mistake was pouring too much of the too thin batter on the iron which went everywhere. They closed the lid and more oozed out. Too much baking powder made the lid lift up and somehow the whole shebang went on the floor. Oh My Gosh, can't you just see that mess and hear those six boys chattering as they decided what to do next? GOOD Grief!!!
They cleaned it all up but decided they would never get the stains outta' the towels so they went in the trash along with the burned waffles and it was all burned. And I didn't pay any attention to my Daddy and Mamma the many times they said I would Pay for my raising!!!
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