an orange scone!
an orange scone!
Has anyone tried McDonald’s new Fruit and Maple oatmeal? I’ve had it for breakfast two days in a row now. It’s good! It’s thick and creamy and every bite has a tart apple and sweet cranberry chunk in it. I am not a raisin eater so I eat around them or don’t even notice them if one happens to sneak in.
I tend to skip breakfast because nothing really sounds good to me in the morning, but this goes down easy and is just perfect for my finicky stomach.
In honor of my mother’s 48th birthday today, I thought I’d share a story about her. When I was about 6 years-old and my brother was 4, my mother cooked us a batch of pancakes for breakfast. Mind you, she was a young mother and was not very experienced in the kitchen. To top that off, she was not in a good mood that day so I knew there was no way she would allow us to eat something else.
When she placed the plates in front of us; I immediatedly noticed how weird they looked. I glanced at my brother and he looked fearfully at the flat, lifeless circular blobs. I, too was appalled that she expected us to eat those things!
My mother noticed our reluctance and warned us that we better eat every single piece of our pancakes. For a few minutes she stood guard over us to make sure we’d do just that. I courageously took a bite hoping for the best. It was the worst of times. Even at my young age I realized she put too much baking soda in the mix! Satisfied with my mouthful, she left us to own devices.
My brother sat there with tears in his eyes while I was busy thinking. We lived in a high rise and was many floors up. It finally dawned on me that we could throw them out the window if I was clever enough. I cut my pancakes in fours and did my brother’s next.
Glancing around furtively for her probing eyes, I made my way to the window. The coast was clear so I rapidly dumped some of our pancakes out the window.
I told my brother to shuffle the remaining pancakes on his plate to make it appear as if he was eating. My mother checked on us again and saw the diminishing stacks and smiled.
When she walked away I excused myself from the table with a napkin of carefully concealed pancakes. My plan was to flush them down the toilet.
Once back at the table I dropped the rest of her culinary science project out the window. We were saved!