When we were little, sometimes my parents would organize a day trip to San Francisco for our family - so we could go to Chinatown or the Exploratorium (a super fun science museum). My dad called these day trips "Bozo Excursions." When we woke up on the day of the trip, my brother and I would head downstairs and find little clues and hints scattered around the house about what sort of adventures we would have that day.
Christmas Morning Waffles!!
I don't remember when our Christmas morning waffle tradition got started, but for the past many years it has been going full steam ahead, and my dad and I have combined our shared passion for sentimental traditions to fully promote it! Every year, Mr VE&T and I head over to my parents house on Christmas morning. Usually my brother and his family show up too, and sometimes my aunt Laura comes too.
My dad's favorite syrup jar (long story!)
My parents actually buy the Grade B syrup at Trader Joe's
and then decant it into this one!
There's something about doing this year after year that builds up the meaning behind it. Our Christmas morning waffle breakfast is not a flashy event. Nothing unexpected happens. We just gather, with our love for each other and our happy Christmas hearts, and enjoy our breakfast together. It has become such a nice part of our Christmas celebration.
Since my dad has been recovering from his big surgery a couple of months ago, he hasn't had much appetite... so we've all been brainstorming about yummy things for him to eat. Somehow, we got this idea that we could have a waffle breakfast together! As my dad said, "You don't have to wait until Christmas to eat waffles!" Which is cute, because I certainly have waffles at other times in the year, but I don't think he does.
my waffle & fruity salad; with EB, OJ and coffee in the background
the yeasted waffle batter, rising in the morning light in my parents' kitchen