What does one do when one sees four bananas that look a little past their prime hanging on the banana hook? Many a modern girl would throw said fruit away, fearful of the blackish-brown spots that have overtaken the fresher yellow skin. Nay, nay, says a girl brought up baking. Those blackish-brown spots are a gift from God and make the heart of every true baker sing with anticipation of the delights that can be coaxed from it mushiness. This morning, not having had to arise for work (one thing I do thank the state legislature for), the kids and I lay piled in bed discussing the opportunities the day held. Jake decided he was fully prepared to make waffles for breakfast. With very little adult supervision (just enough to make sure he didn't burn himself on the waffle iron), he turned out 6 very nice, tasty waffles. He even dressed them up with syrup for Emma and I. As if this wasn't enough to make a mama's heart swell and burst, Emma decided she wa...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.