Letter From America: Mouldy Waffles And True Love
"How wonderful that each of us can laugh at our own eccentricities...'' says Ronnie Bray as he bites, with great delight, into a "mouldy'' waffle.
I bought four packs of waffles and put them in the little freezer. "That’s good," said Gay, "I love waffles." A week later, she announced, "I am going to have a couple of waffles for my breakfast."
"That’s a good idea." I said. "I’ll have a couple as well."
"Shall I make some for you?" She asked.
"No, thanks. I’ll get mine in a little while."
Five minutes later she was sat by my side in the glider eating her waffles.
"Good, I asked?"
"Very good," she said with emphasis, a little escaped syrup running down the side of her mouth. These are buttermilk. I had to thrown away one box."
"Why?"
"Because they were mouldy."
"Mouldy? I only bought them two days ago!"
"Well, they are mouldy, so I chucked them out."
I went to the bin and recovered the box. After inspecting its contents I removed two waffles and placed them in the toaster. When the toaster ‘pinged’ and popped up I removed them, buttered them, and took my plate to my chair. As I took a big bite out of waffle number one, Gay looked up from her magazine and saw what I was doing. She looked aghast. "You are not going to eat that, I hope!"
"I am. They are delicious!"
"But, the mould … "
"Blueberries." I said flourishing the waffle in her direction.
"Blueberries?"
"Blueberries!"
Gay has a characteristic full body laugh that causes her either to expel any food she has in her mouth, or else to choke until she is blue and almost helpless. Fortunately for my breakfast, she choked.
How wonderful that each of us can laugh at our own eccentricities, and how marvellous that they serve only to strengthen the bonds of our love for each other?
Copyright © Ronnie Bray 2005
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Read more of Ronnie's stories at:
http://www.2theheart.com/author_ronnie_bray
http://www.meridianmagazine.com/voices/011024summer.html
