Author’s Note: This one I envision as a kids’ picture book with funny illustration of Sally’s reactions to each morning’s offerings, as well as simple recipes for each type of waffle in the back of the book, and maybe space for the owner to write in their own favorite waffle recipes. Illustrators of the world, hit me up!
Monday morning, Sally got up and walked sleepily into the kitchen, where her mother was making breakfast.
“I thought we’d try something new today,” said Sally’s mother cheerfully. “So I made you waffles with butter and syrup,”
Sally looked at the waffles and wrinkled her nose.
“Waffles are awful,” she said. “Can I have cereal instead?”
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Tuesday morning, Sally’s mother said, “I made you waffles with strawberries and powdered sugar.”
Sally looked at the waffles and crossed her eyes.
“Waffles are awful,” she said. “I’d rather have toast.”
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Wednesday morning, Sally’s mother said, “You’re going to love these waffles with peanut butter and honey.”
Sally looked at the waffles and stuck out her tongue.
“Waffles are awful,” she said. “Bagels and cream cheese, please.”
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Thursday morning, Sally’s mother said, “Waffles with banana bites were my favorite as a girl. I bet you’ll love them, too.”
Sally looked at the waffles and sighed.
“Waffles are awful,” she said. “I would like some pancakes, though.”
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Friday morning, Sally’s mother said, “Waffles with yogurt and granola sprinkles are creamy, crunchy good.”
Sally looked at the waffles and shuddered.
“Waffles are awful,” she said. “But bacon and eggs would be great!”
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Saturday morning, Sally’s mother said, “Waffles with bacon and pecan crumbles are new even for me—but don’t they look delicious?”
Sally looked at the waffles and shook her head.
“Waffles are awful,” she said. “Do we have any oatmeal?”
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Sunday morning, Sally’s mother said, “Today I made waffles even you will like, topped with chocolate chips and whipped cream!”
Sally looked at the waffles and licked her lips.
The only thing she liked more than whipped cream was chocolate chips.
She picked up a bite of the waffles with her fork and gave it a sniff.
She scrunched up her face and pinched her nose.
She put the bite in her mouth and slowly chewed.
Then she looked at her mother with a smile and said, “Waffles are awful . . . GOOD!”
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