So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up. Galatians 6:9

Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished! Luke 1:45

Monday, March 8, 2010

Monday's Menu

This would be a good one to use for St. Patrick's Day -- just add a little food coloring to the batter to make up some green waffles. This comes from one of those cookbooks that are put together by various groups and sold as a fundraiser. So you know it is a tried and true recipe.

In making waffles or pancakes, I always mix together the liquid ingredients in a large measuring bowl with a pour spout and then add dry ingredients. The pour spout allows you to pour directly onto the hot iron or griddle. If you don't trust your aim, you can also use a shallow soup ladle that will give just about the right amount.


2 cups all-purpose flour
1 Tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 eggs, beaten
1 3/4 cups milk
1/4 cup melted butter, margarine, or shortening Or oil

Mix together ingredients, whisking to remove lumps. Cook on preheated waffle iron per manufacturer's instructions. serve hot. Can also be frozen once cooled and reheated in microwave or toaster oven.


Amanda said...

In my counseling program, we talked a lot about stories. The stories people tell are very indicative of who they are and how they perceive themselves. Sometimes we retell a story not because of the story itself but because of what the story means.
My parents met as missionaries in Ireland. I grew up hearing a constant flow of these stories. We would hear the same stories over and over. It was not about the actual events in the stories. It was more about the value of the story. When they told the stories, I knew how much they valued being used by the Lord. I knew how grateful they were to be a part of his work. I knew that God had blessed them immeasurably with great friends on the mission field. I remember the stories because they were funny but they were written on my heart because they were important.
Great post, as always friend.

Amanda said...

How did I comment on the wrong post? sigh