Get out your Dash teeny tiny waffle iron.

Using your coffee grinder make your own flour using whatever grains, oats, rice, buckwheat, farro, flax, millet, coconut –whatever your have on hand. Grind up small amounts in the coffee grinder until you have 2C flour. They needn’t be ground to dust fine, Grind until there are no large bits of hard grain, and freeze any remaining flour for next time.

• 2C flours
• 1 1/2T baking powder
• 1/4t sea salt

Stir it all together

• 1 egg
• 1C whole milk
• 1T olive oil, or butter, or coconut oil

Mix liquids together and combine with the dry ingredients. Let sit 5 min or so to let the grains absorb the liquid. Stir again.

Add more milk or flour if needed to reach waffle batter consistency…will be a little thick.

Spoon into lightly oiled waffle iron, bake and eat 🙂

Change up the flour grains and liquids to suit your eating style. Add other spices, cinnamon, pumpkin pie spice, gingerbread spice, cayenne, black pepper…You take over and experiment. It’s your waffle!

Makes about 8 teeny tiny waffles — perfect for the kiddos!

We like butter and maple syrup on top. Jamie Oliver would probably use yogurt and honey. Either way it will be good!

There is nothing wrong with not knowing.

• Not knowing how to do something
• Not knowing what do do next
• Not knowing which direction to go

(or not even knowing what someone else is thinking…that’s their business!)

We learn and find out what we need as we go, and there is absolutely no shame!

• Life = Learning
• Life = Living
• We cannot know everything
• We cannot know it all.

Why do we condemn ourselves either inwardly or outwardly because we don’t???

Our ability to learn and the desire to learn is what makes life so interesting.

She stopped playing her clarinet over the holidays. No sound was coming out.

She decided it was time to take it back out of the case, polish the keys, grease the corks, put in a fresh new reed and start to play again. The band was waiting and needed her voice even though she was ‘only’ a second clarinet.

If the kettle drums stopped playing, if the oboe hung up her hat, if the trombones all marched home thinking they were only secondary, the band’s fulness of sound would be missing; the audience would not be as enriched.

If one key on the piano sticks or doesn’t play, the entire piece of music sounds off, and the pianist is hampered until the key is fixed.

We all have a voice, a song, a message to help someone or somebodies. We need to keep playing what we have been given.

I am the second clarinet. I will play again.

How about you?