Isn't the Fall time change the most delicious thing? I love having that extra hour in the morning, especially on a Sunday when the mornings can be kind of hectic.
I usually spend it doing laundry and getting ready to head down to my Dad's. If I want to miss the Tahoe traffic (weekend travelers heading back home) then I need to hit the road by Noon.
Lately we have added a calmer, more relaxed ritual to our Sunday mornings; Sunday breakfast. Initially we were thinking we would find a neighborhood restaurant, something casual, clean, friendly and that served great, inexpensive breakfasts. That's not too much to ask, is it?
Well we tried a few places and it just didn't quite measure up to the fantasy so we decided we would just make breakfast ourselves on Sundays. Put in a little more effort than our standard toast or bowl of cereal.
That waffle iron has been in Rick's life for more than 40 years – maybe close to 50. He grew up with it and when we moved in together his mother gave it to him. I can't tell you how many waffles he has made over the years.
Isn't it sad that most appliances are disposible these days? Forty years ago if your toaster or your waffle iron broke you would take it in to get repaired. Now you just toss it and buy a new one.
This morning's breaksfast was waffles with peach syrup and assorted breakfast meats.
I have to point out we didn't eat all that breakfast meat up there. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I started cooking it up.
This little ritual has turned out to be a nice way to end the weekend and start the new week.
great new tradition. growing up we always had lunch meat and rolls on sunday…we’d stop at the deli on the way home from mass…get a big sunday newspaper and the parents would read that as we perused the comics…
That does look like a lovely way to spend a Sunday morning!
That reminds me of our waffle iron – we used it once, my daughter dropped it and broke the hinge.
Yours looks much more indestructible! And the waffles look delish!