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wanttobeahero) wrote2014-11-02 04:19 pm
wanttobeahero) wrote2014-11-02 04:19 pm
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It was getting pretty cold out now, and Henry loved this time of year. Soon it would be Thanksgiving, and then making Christmas cookies, decorating, getting presents for everyone. There were a lot of people he wanted to buy things for this year, so he was being extra careful with his money now, putting it all away and saving up a good chunk of it. He'd splurged a little on Emma for her birthday, but that was acceptable.
Today, though, he was with Regina. They had the whole week together, and he was ahead in his homework for the week ahead, which meant totally relaxing this weekend. He got up early, needing to use the bathroom, and he actually felt pretty rested, and his stomach was growling, so he decided to just stay up and try to cook. He'd made an attempt at pancakes and eggs for Emma's birthday, and didn't do too bad, so he wanted to surprise his mom now when she woke. Looking in the fridge, he grabbed the eggs and milk. Then he got out the waffle iron, thinking he'd try that instead of pancakes. He mixed up the batter first, then scrambled the eggs, pouring them into a skillet and getting some waffle mix poured into the iron. Standing at the skillet, he pushed the eggs around, fluffing them up, plating the waffles as he went. Of course, trying to do both at once, the eggs got crispy on the outside in some spots; not burnt, just not as fluffy as scrambled eggs should be. When it was over, he had a bowl of eggs and six waffles for them. The waffle iron itself was a mess, the batter having run over the edges many times, but he would handle that later.
Then, he got some coffee going in the coffee maker before heading to his mom's room, knocking on her door. "Mom? Wanna eat breakfast?"
Today, though, he was with Regina. They had the whole week together, and he was ahead in his homework for the week ahead, which meant totally relaxing this weekend. He got up early, needing to use the bathroom, and he actually felt pretty rested, and his stomach was growling, so he decided to just stay up and try to cook. He'd made an attempt at pancakes and eggs for Emma's birthday, and didn't do too bad, so he wanted to surprise his mom now when she woke. Looking in the fridge, he grabbed the eggs and milk. Then he got out the waffle iron, thinking he'd try that instead of pancakes. He mixed up the batter first, then scrambled the eggs, pouring them into a skillet and getting some waffle mix poured into the iron. Standing at the skillet, he pushed the eggs around, fluffing them up, plating the waffles as he went. Of course, trying to do both at once, the eggs got crispy on the outside in some spots; not burnt, just not as fluffy as scrambled eggs should be. When it was over, he had a bowl of eggs and six waffles for them. The waffle iron itself was a mess, the batter having run over the edges many times, but he would handle that later.
Then, he got some coffee going in the coffee maker before heading to his mom's room, knocking on her door. "Mom? Wanna eat breakfast?"