Someone recently told me that dating (post divorce) is just like riding a bicycle.
this person has clearly never seen me ride a bike. like ever.
and if they had seen me ride a bike, they would probably just push me off of it and ask me to use the two walking limbs that God gave me, and nothing else in order to save a little face.
dating for me is more like riding a unicycle. a unicycle with a flat tire that ran over a steamy pile of poo. thanks but no thanks, i’ll stick to collecting invisible cats (invisible only because they make me sneeze).
But then, try, try again. I guess that is a semi decent motto. The Little Engine That Could. But could he really if the train was previously de-railed? Mehhhhh. I think that’s a bit of a stretch. That storybook needs a couple of guidelines and a disclaimer in bold print (size 72).
Perhaps an alternative storybook? Maybe like Plan B: The Little Engine That Couldn’t Just sayin’. Where you be at Watty Piper? Girl needs a reality check.
(Oh did I mention the worlds pickiest eater is IN LOVE with them!? That’s right. Powdered sugar maaaaaay have helped my case a little bit, but I’ll take what I can get).
I originally had this as a pancake recipe, but it was pretty difficult to flip unless you have the patience of a sloth (not sure if they have patience but they are super slow – moving) so this recipe is IDEAL for a waffle maker. And if you don’t have one, seriously suggest you go out and buy one. I have a mini waffle maker that I basically worship, it is non-stick and cooks each waffle in under a minute leaving basically no mess or work. Plus waffles soak up butter and syrup oh so perfectly.
You could easily substitute dairy milk for a non-dairy substitute. Or sub melted butter in for the oil in the batter. Would be a little heavier but certainly delicious in flavor.