Out of Desperation Comes Inspiration

From my title you thought it was going to be a very serious and spiritual post, didn't you. It's not.

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It was Sunday.

The kids were hungry, the cupboards were bare.

There was an almost empty bag of spinach in the fridge

along with an assortment of barbecue sauces and salad dressing.

And for some reason dipping carrots into mustard didn't sound very appealing to the children.

I sat and I thought and then it hit me...

I was enlightened with knowledge and inspiration.

(Perhaps this is a spiritual post after all.)

Bread and cheese, I didn't have.

But frozen waffles and jam, I did.

With that and the combination of a panini press and a little bit of butter,

suddenly we had a stuffed waffle panini.

It was a flash of genius.

And it.was.heaven.

The kids were a little cautious at first...

Seriously, child. Since when are you old enough to question my culinary creations?

But eventually I won them over with my mad skills at the panini press.

Let me break it down for you:

-2 frozen waffles

-special jam of your choosing

-little bit of butta'

-and press

Try it. You'll thank me.

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Speaking of Sunday...

My sunday attire looked a little something like this,

It's not about looks & fashion. It's about warmth & comfort.

I actually think this outfit is a fusion of both fashion and comfort.

But what do I know?

I still peg my pants, wear tube socks and call flip-flops thongs.

I didn't wear this to church, but I should have.

It would have been all the rave, I'm sure.

And Nate will be begging me to wear it again,

"Ginnie, how 'bout you slip into something a little more comfortable,

like the striped socks and slippers... that was a hot little number."

And I will happily oblige,

as long as I can press him a stuffed waffle panini while wearing that outfit.

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