Well, having that wonderful dinner at Cheesecake Factory in the Dadeland Mall was a great ending to an anxiety-filled day. The next day would be one filled with anxiety as well.
Fern had to be at the South Miami Hospital at 5:30 am. That is not a typo! She had to take a taxi to the hospital, since the shuttle service from the hotel starts at 6:30 am.
Needless to say, not much sleep was happening in room 230 that night.
Breakfast was alone, while Fern was in the hospital for the start of her tests, and it was courtesy of the hotel. I was amazed at the selections.
Eggs; sausages; cold cereals; fresh, hot oatmeal; fruit; muffins; bagels; juices; and BELGIAN WAFFLES! Love those. It was “make it yourself” in the waffle maker. Couldn’t wait. Filled a cup with the prepared batter and poured it onto the hot waffler. Uh, oh. The batter overflowed down the sides of the hot waffler. I didn’t know why that happened. I wasn’t familiar with this kind of apparatus, and couldn’t imagine what went wrong! I covered the batter with the top part of the waffle maker anyway, and hoped for the best.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me to take a photo of the overflowed waffle maker; however, this is the machine on which the dastardly deed was done.
I gathered some other items offered for breakfast, went into the dining area, got some coffee,
and sat down at a table.
Completely forgot about my waffle! At my age, I’m susceptible to that malady – forgetfulness. When I remembered about it (several minutes later), I hurried into the breakfast area to get my waffle. It was not there; the waffle maker was clean, and waiting for the next pour.
There was a nice young boy, about 9 or 10, standing near the waffle makers. I mentioned that I had a problem with the waffle maker, telling him about it overflowing. He told me that I have to fill up the cup to the line, and not to the top. OMG. I never read the instructions, and didn’t notice the line on the cup before. It was embarrassing to be instructed by this young boy on how to use the machine! I politely thanked him.
A glutton for punishment, and a glutton for a Belgian waffle, I made the attempt again; this time, making sure I stopped the batter at the line. Everything seemed to go well, but there still was some batter that overflowed – not much, though. I closed the cover, and again hoped for the best. It came out alright, but would have been better if I stayed there and turned the waffle maker once, during the cooking: one side was quite done, and the other side wasn’t done enough. I have hope that next time, things will turn out even better.
And, there will be a next time. We have to go back very soon, for Fern’s last test.