For a kid who doesn't want to go to a birthday party, Romi is awfully excited about turning four. He knows that his birthday is April 11th and that he's up next for a celebration. And while he doesn't have many plans for commemorating the actual day, he does have some grandiose ideas about what will happen when he reaches the big four. He even asked me the other day if he could drive when he was four. When I told him he'd have to wait until he was much older, he shot back, "Like eight?"
I'm beginning to think we need to expand his horizons a bit, but Romi is still passionate about airplanes, playing his guitar, swimming and cooking. The other morning when I asked what he wanted for first breakfast (there can be up to three) he requested waffles. Where he learned about waffles is a complete mystery seeing as I didn't even recall if we had schlepped the waffle iron with us to Maryland. We went on a hunt for the little-used appliance, finally locating it on a top shelf in a dark corner. To be honest, I wasn't even sure it would work (especially after I recalled it had been a wedding shower present 20-plus years ago). We plugged it in and after a short wait the little orange light went on--waffle iron success! Next we headed to the fridge to get started on batter. Unfortunately, that's when I discovered that Rob must have used up the last of the Bisquick. No matter, I thought, how complex could waffles be?
Waffle batter takes a bit more work than I expected. The particular recipe I alighted on instructed me to melt the butter, separate the eggs, beat the whites. It wasn't as labor-intensive as souffle, but it certainly wasn't a one-step process either. We persevered, made beautiful waffles and enjoyed a lovely breakfast. The odd part was that while the waffles were perfectly tasty, I missed the old-style Bisquick batch. I pointed this out to Romi and asked (rhetorically), "Where's the irony?" I never expected a response, but I certainly appreciated it when Romi lifted his arm, gestured to the kitchen counter and declared, "There it is" all the while pointing at the waffle iron.
I love this kid.
