THEN: Waffle Iron Wonderness
NOW: Waffle Iron Wars
When I was a teenager, Sunday mornings were “waffle” mornings. My dad would get up before the rest of the family, mix up a batch of dough, heat up the waffle maker, put on his apron and wait patiently for the rest of us to wake up. Which we did, to the inviting smell of homemade waffles. Those waves of sweetness would pull my sister and me out of bed and into the kitchen. Now I can’t say that waffles were my favorite food, but just the mention of them evokes those wonderful memories.
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Every year people go crazy over some item. Rushing into the store, shoving and pushing. I don’t see the sense of it. Although, getting a $500 iPad for only $300 might be worth the wait.
But a waffle iron? My god! What makes shoppers go so crazy over getting one for $2.00? Is it just the fact that they are getting a bargain? Or did all those insane people really need one?
It makes me wonder how many relatives are now going to get a waffle iron for Christmas?
It’s so absurd that it’s hard to get my brain around what happened. I know times are tough. Money’s tight. We’re all looking for a bargain. But still.
I can only hope that some of those waffle irons will be used to make a delicious Sunday breakfast, much like the ones I used to share with my family. And that lasting memories will be formed.
Then maybe the craziness was worth it.
Maybe.
How about you? Did you shop on Black Friday?
Black Friday is like a magnifying glass on what is happening to people–they are losing all morals, all values, all sense of right and wrong in the eyes of a God they no longer believe in. They are media-drunk, sitcom dazed, and video-game hypnotized. Lives are reduced to sound bites and one-liners. Let’s face it: People are letting the hype-sters win the war for space in their heads.
I used to shop Black Friday when my kids were little, and when people were still friendly about it. But now I avoid it at all costs. I don’t want to be a part of the pushing, shoving, craziness that day has turned into. The only way to stop the trend is for enough people to stay home and boycott it.
I love your story of your dad making waffles on Sunday morning. What a great memory!
Suzanne – If only everyone would boycott! My dad cooking is a great memory and really nothing can erase it from my mind.