Anyhow, this means that every other week, Dude is home on Sunday mornings with me and we get to make breakfast! Since this whole gluten free shenanigans started, we've been stuck in a bit of a rut making omelettes (Blogger is saying I'm spelling that wrong and wants to substitute it with meddlesome).
Well, yesterday morning I woke up and had a craving for french toast. So I ran to the store to pick up some GF bread and eggs while Dude started the bacon in the oven.
I had the brilliant idea of crunchy french toast, so I smooshed up some cornflakes and honey-roasted cashews.
|Check out the little helper hoping for some scraps! ...Pepper, not Dude.|
No, I don't know why I grabbed it.
Yes, I know that's probably the dumbest thing ever to use as a fan.
Why didn't I grab a cookie sheet? They're right under the sink? I KNOW GOSH.
Approximately 14 seconds after using my makeshift fan to save our house from burning down, I turn into the worst Mom ever and bash the plate off of Pepper's face (I didn't know she was standing behind me, I swear!).
Thankfully, it broke off cleanly and there were no shards of ceramic stuck in my baby girl's face, but you can bet that she got an influx of treats all day! She didn't flinch or yelp or anything, in fact, right after I hit her, she blinked once and then went to lick the piece that broke off.
But the french toast was good!
And of course, no Sunday morning is complete without some good tunes.
Proof that Pepper lives and is (relatively) damage free -
Thinking of making this Sunday Morning post a regular thing...Thoughts?