I have to cook a lot for my son at home.
You may find it crazy. I used to. Until I had him.
Him being the cutest little 2-year-old in the entire world. Biased? Definitely YES!
He is a miracle—did you know he tried to die? So many times! Like a ridiculous amount of plenty.
In the womb. Out of the womb.
My crazy, crazy boy!
And since the womb and his coma didn’t kill him, he went and got all peanut-allergy-d on me. Making my life just so much more simple.
Never! and Not!
And, therefore, since my little stinker is so beautifully ALIVE===I work ridiculously hard each and every day (with his daddy and his big sister) to keep him amongst us!
We are rather fond of our troublemaker. Like. REALLY FOND of him.
He is our Maxie Moo—and we are his family. His earth protectors.
Therefore, we pray each day and night—basically 24/7—for our little man. “LORD, thank you for keeping him alive—help us do right by him!”
And we make him most every single item that goes into his mouth.
Last night for dinner it was WAFFLES. Let me tell you, they were brilliant!
You should know that we have made lots and lots of waffles since we’ve returned to Poland—but this is by far the MOST SCRUMPTIOUS recipe yet (obviously it’s not mine). So, I thought you should have a go at it, too.
The alterations I, of course, made: Rice milk instead of real milk, and we added 1 tsp of real Vanilla. I do believe the trick is folding in the egg whites. It really does make them perfectly crisp and delicious.
As we say in Poland, “Smacznego!” Enjoy your waffles and tell me what you think:
The Best Belgian Waffles (click to go to recipe)
And, because the internet is awhirl right now with the tragic recent deaths of children that have eaten food items from places outside of their homes…I am realizing just yet again and again how scary this Mommy to Max thing is.
Here’s an article so well written and speaks as if it came from my own heart, too:
What Happens When Another Child Dies From Food Allergies?
Here are also a couple articles I have written in the past in regards to my own allergy-living son:
You can also read all about his story on his Facebook page that was set up for him when he was in a coma between the throes of life and death here: Prayers for Max.
Last but never the least—the siblings of the allergy or special children-like Max-often get overlooked. And yet they strive so gallantly forward with brave faces. Our daughter, however, broke one day. Here is a story I wrote after one panic attack she had. May we remember all in our brood===even though, sometimes, it is so easy to focus on the one that needs the most protection (or the most obvious protection–because the others seem to appear “just fine” on the outside, right?!) : I forgot to feed my daughter. And we sent her to a counselor.
Anyhow, as you spring into another day, I hope that you think about making these scrumptious waffles for breakfast, lunch, or dinner—there’s pretty much no bad time to indulge in them!
Here’s the proof:
The oldest, Adelyne! She approves. With lots and loads of whipped topping, sprinkled with chocolate milk power on top of the already sweet. Ah, well. At least she was fed, right?!
GoGo stuff it in your face girl—until she discovered Sissy’s whipped cream…
That’s when she really went to town on them!
And, finally, the little Moo Man himself enjoying his only Max margarine waffles. He did not want jam or anything else I offered. But, to be fair, they are perfect just the way they are!
Max’s glad bites are proof of that!
Try the recipe. Have some reads. And come on back and let me know what you think!
xoxo from here to there!