is the delightful weather. It is like having a self-cleaning precipitation. Today is a rainy, rainy day. It may rain all day, but the snow of Saturday is completely gone. No snowplows, no salting trucks, just a few days of warm weather and the ground is clear. Snow comes from the sky white and before it yellows, it is gone. I just love the weather. My lungs, especially are grateful. I never get that icy freeze in them, like I used to get, in NY.
My fine fellows, Ethan and Ezra were down with a bit of a cold yesterday and Ezra, still seems a little under the weather. I kept him home another day and we are watching him to see what is exactly wrong with him, other than the obvious sniffles and achey bones. I gave him some ibuprofen and laid him down on the couch in the living room.
My dear and very "American" children look at me cross-eyed when I bring home ginger-beer from the supermarket. The taste for this delightful brew, is obviously a vestage of my West-Indian heritage. They have not inherited a taste for the sharp drink. I love it and I have given myself permission to exhibit my delight in such a brew, inspite of the "brew-ha-ha" that happens whenever I bring it to the table. In my mind, I am seeking ways to introduce the ginger flavor to my dear children, just so they know the flavor.
I should have made banana waffles, because of the blessing that we have received from Ben's job of the many, many bananas that I am in the mind of processing for our family's. I said to myself, Uncle Robby said you can put just about any drink in your waffle mix, one day when we were reminiscing about Grandma Ruth's waffles. He gave me his recipe and left the fluid blank, because he uses anything in his waffles. I said, let me substitute my ginger-beer and see if they are acceptable to my taste-testers.
I enjoyed the gingerbeer waffles. Enoch tasted a little of it. He is no example of their goodness, though, because he is ravenous. The others could detect the slightly sharp flavor that the gingerbeer gave off. They didn't poo-poo it, but they didn't devour them, either.
Today, is the banana processing day. I hate bananas! I have made 2 banana breads for Valentines Day. What else can I do with them? I may just blend them and put them in the freezer to make cream pie, when it is a Sunday or special occasion.