Early this morning, the door to our cottage slid open. Two sets of feet tiptoed in. There was a rustle, voices too excited to whisper. “Hey! hey!” Steamy Kitchen’s boys said to my Alyssa, “Do you like Frosted Flakes?”
She sat up immediately, tossed the sand from her eyes, then ran–pajamas and all–over to the main house, where she has since remained. I’d dare venture a guess that she’d remain here forever, based on the fact that all of my children last night, in the wake of Jaden’s warm-spirited hospitality (Anybody want ice cream?! Take lots of scoops! That’s what Ice Cream is for!) decided they want to live in Florida and take her on as their new mother.
I can’t say I blame them. There’s a pool here. And a pond with giant carp and tilapia. And new, fantastic friends. But mostly, there’s Frosted Flakes for breakfast. And when your own mother hums over a meal of rich, nutty Quinoa pancakes and makes you tidy the living room for fun…well, I can see where the kids might just think this fabulous place in Florida is the bomb diggity.
Big Ol Blueberry Quinoa Waffles
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