Marty Marty
Alright I know this doesn’t seem like it belongs in the Galley but seeing as how I’m leading off with cooking for this quick story, it just made sense to me.
See those happy little faces up there? Full of hope and promise and joy?
Yes.
Those are faces full of gratitude throwing no small measure of Dad Awe all over the kitchen. Because I made five little hoodlums a proper breakfast, thank you very much. Which, if you throw your sleeping bag on my floor, is going to mean you wake up from the sleep-over to the smell of:
pancakes
thick-cut bacon
fresh strawberries
fresh milk (not kidding about that one)
and hot syrup.
That’s right. Because I am Marty Stewart.
Cute Redhead on the other hand, not realizing I was going to go all Short Order Cook on the place (what? you’re new here?), “set out breakfast for them already,” which summoned this response from the poor darlings…
Cold cereal? AND WE HAVE TO POUR THE MILK OURSELVES?? WHA–??
There, there, my little urchins. Fear not.
And so they turned their backs on Non-Breakfast and sang my praises.
And then I (get a load of this one) shooed them away from the table singing something that made them laugh (because I’m also Marty Poppins) and they flew out of the kitchen like sparks from an anvil to resume their…
…crafts (girls), and their…
…killing each other (boys).
Banner day.
cooking, very very impressed. Counting with more than one hand, not so much. I count 6 hoodlums. Oh and BTW, cute redhead jr…in 5 years you are going to be a mess. Thank you God for giving me boys.
My friend John Macco says I must follow your blog, and I have come to understand that I at least need to try the things he suggests. After this delicious display of rhetoric, I think I’ll come back for more. Many thanks!
Oh my, yes. John is a favorite stalker around these parts. Any friend of his (multiple personalities) is a friend of mine. Welcome to the dance floor, Joe!