The biggest Waffle failure

It’s early in the morning, and the sun just woke up. I jump out of bed, and tip-toe down the stairs. In the kitchen, the recipe book lay in the middle of the counter. I flip page by page until it read Homemade Waffles. I quickly gather all the ingredients it said. I poured the flour, milk, eggs, butter, and vanilla into a big white bowl that I found underneath the counter. A metal mixer mixed the ingredients together as my hand held it strait. The clock ticked, and the ingredients mixed, but there was only one problem, the dough was one big disgusting clumpy ball. My eyes look intensely down at the bowl trying to think of a quick solution. The thought of the perfect mother’s day breakfast wasn’t going to be perfect anymore ran through my head. I realized that milk was the perfect solution if it was added in right quantities, but of course, I added too much. The whole grain flour wasn’t the problem anymore, it was the milk. I ignored the fact that my batter was a disaster, and sprayed butter into the waffle pan.

The butter bubbled and made a crackling noise. It smelled amazing, so I decided it was perfect to pour the mix into the fifty perfect squares of the waffle maker. As I held the white bowl over the waffle pan, the dough slid rapidly out of the bowl into the pan, filling each one of the squares. I closed the lid and waited. I stood there for a whole minute waiting (for me it’s a lot) looking at the waffle maker. I kept opening and closing the lid, but for the more time I waited the worse it became (stuck more to the pan). I finally opened it for last time and decided to take the waffle out. At first I grabbed a plastic fork which I had used in the past to take waffles out of the machine, but this time it didn’t work, the dough was stuck to the pan. I tried taking it out with a metal fork, but that didn’t work ether. The more I tried, the more useless it became. I didn’t care anymore, so I socked the dough with the pan in water to make the dough soggy so I could take it out easier. Hours past and I decided to go back to the waffle maker. I lifted the lid, and grabbed another fork and started picking. It didn’t work, nothing came off. I had no idea what I was going to do.In the first place I didn’t make a nice breakfast for my mom, and secondly I damaged the waffle maker.

As I kept trying to clean the pan, my mom walked into the kitchen. I close the machine as if nothing and I pretended to do something else. As my mom cleaned some dishes I hadn’t cleaned from my failure of a waffle attempt she opens the waffle maker and pour out the water. She carries it to the garbage can and drops it.“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“I’m throwing away the waffle machine.” she replied.

“Is it because of me?”

“Yes.”

At that point I felt worse than before, not only did I waist ingredients and time, if not I damaged the waffle maker. “Don’t worry, we need another anyways,” she told me, “And it doesn’t matter, what matters is that you tried, and that is the most important part.”
After all it turned out to be fine, but I realized that I can’t make the Home made Waffles because that recipe is a disaster. I will just stick with the plain old Aunt Jemima mix from now on.