Saturday, we were informed by my son, that his girlfriend had to work at 1PM, so our normal dinner time probably wouldn't include her. I offered to make "brunch" and could serve it at 11AM- and he loved that idea! Thinking of what I could make, I made up some home made white bread for toast, and decided to make Belgian waffles in my last years Christmas present! Slick unit, has own timer, and pivots both ways(without touching counter!) for more evenly baked waffles.. That stuff, along with thick cut bacon, juice, and coffee should be plenty.. Sunday hits, and I start making the batter for waffles. A new recipe, it had yeast in it, and would have to be allowed to rise for 40 min. Also, you must separate eggs, and beat the whites until peaks form- all of which isn't that hard, just a little time consuming! I was running late, my son calls and says he could come by at 11:15 if that would help me- great! Bacon is in pan, Waffles are being produced, bread is sliced and poised in the toaster at 11:15AM- nobody here yet... At 11:30 I'm getting angry, and have my wife call my son and find out where the heck he and his girlfriend are, as they are late! My wife hangs up at flatly announces to be that the twice a year time change we have in Michigan was last night, and it is actually 10:30AM... Brushing the horses' tail out of my horses' ass face, I decide to feed my wife, and make them food when they got here. Fortunately they don't live far, and were here is less than 10 minutes! My son apologizes, and I said to him "I've been trying hard figuring out how to blame you, but I'm coming up with nothing!". We laugh, and have a meal that was actually pretty good! For the record, I have never before forgot to change the clocks- until this year! It's a bitch to get old...
