A crash jolted me from bed this morning. I took a moment to get my barings, having arrived home late last night from a short trip to Kansas City. Then I heard my farm princess’ twittering giggle float up through the heating duct. Kids were up and in the kitchen.
I found them perched on the counter sandwiched by the pancake griddle and the waffle iron. In between them sat a red mixing bowl. Bisquik mix powdered the counter and floor. The table had been set and juice poured.
“Mom!” my farm princess squeaked. “Don’t look; we’re surprising you with breakfast!”
I threw up my hands in mock surrender and cozied up in the living room for a few minutes.
How many times, my sister and I shoved our parents back up the stairs because we wanted to surprise them with breakfast. That was a difficult feat, getting up before Dad did. We didn’t succeed too often but finally realized we could still have a hot breakfast on the table when he came in.
Our breakfast menu of choice . . . eggs in a nest.
We had a kids’ cookbook, its cover scribbled with crayon, ““Cooking with Kids” scrawled across the top and a picture of a stick figure holding a spoon and a fry pan. The only recipe we ever made from that book was eggs in a nest.
Using a round cookie cutter, press the center out of a piece of bread. Butter the bread on both sides, place it in a hot fry pan. Crack an egg into the center of the bread and cook. Once the egg is firm, flip, sizzle and serve.
Our parents dutifully ate every time we served. I can’t even remember if tasted all that wonderful. I’m sure we made some racket on those mornings and a bigger mess than necessary, but the pride we felt serving our parents . . . that was the real treat.
I waited anxiously in the living room, straining to hear the kids’ whispers. Finally, “Mom?”
I jumped and joined them in the kitchen. Together we finished making waffles. I supervised a little, they did all the work and even the clean-up.
“Next time,” my farm boy instructed. “You stay in bed and we’ll do everything now that we know how.”
I guess they are all growed up.
Read more 30 Days of Farm Girl Memories
- Day 1: Surprise Kittens
- Day 2: The Men in My Life
- Day 3: Small Town Saturday Night
- Day 4: “Fall”ing in Love
- Day 5: A Bag of Caramels
- Day 6: Chores in the Dark
- Day 7: Things My Mother Said
- Day 8: Munchy Cheese
- Day 9: Super Swiffer Saturday
- Day 10: Dad’s Church
- Day 11: Kansas City, Then & Now
- Day 12: Video #Throwback: Field Meals
And find other 30 Day bloggers starting with the one who got us into this – Holly Spangler from My Generation.