Podcast 45 - "Other columnists deal with the national debt, the threat of autocracy, man’s inhumanity to man, and I eat my waffle and remember what we did before this modern wonder came along. "
alway enjoy GK's voice and musings on life in these dark times, but I agree with his optimism for pleasure in small things to come, in making the most of what we have here and now.
You waffled a bit on your podcast which lacked a certain drama. I also remember our family's clunky waffle iron that we used to make waffles very similar to yours ... except on one occasion. My preoccupied mom prepared waffles for the entire family and we were enjoying them until someone noted that their texture was like -- omigod, needles and pins. Mom used the waffle iron on occasion as a catchall for her sewing things, including needles, pins, plus a few random buttons. Needless to say, I am very careful when I eat waffles today.
My spouse has been using the same waffle iron for our 55 years of marriage. An orange light tells her the waffle is done. Are the new machines better? Our blender of the same vintage was made of metal. The new ones are mostly plastic. Are we just getting old?
I buy pure maple syrup at Ocean State Job Lot when it is on sale for $9.99 for a 32 oz. bottle. I use it for baking and put it on steel cut oatmeal. I just ordered some Whey Isolate to put into it for added protein. It has the lactose removed, which is important for me because I have mild lactose intolerance.
Tom Bodet finally said it this morning on WWDTM: “I just start talking and hopefully where I’m going will make some sense by the time I’m done.” That’s how I use to preach on Sundays and folks didn’t seem to mind as long as I kept it under four or five minutes. It’s the difference between what Episcopalians call a “homily”, and what others might call a sermon. Making sense is a hope in the former and a certainty in the latter.
Comforting and real. Having against all expectations, made it to 86 , with as might be thought of any 1937 construction, having a certain degree of duck taped parts keeping it functioning, I find these musing of an experienced man to be lovel, touching and so very honestly real. not only do we persist, but can do it optimistically and remembering "no resentments of the past that led us where we are. Thanks
One of the founders of the Nike Running Shoe company borrowed his wife's waffle iron to cast the original "waffle sole" Nike running shoe back in the 1970s. It was said the family's Sunday waffle breakfast never tasted quite the same after that.
I miss the waffles my mom used to make us on Saturday morning. Sunday morning was out because she had 5 kids to wrangle into Sunday School clothes and get us all going on our walk to church in Kansas City, MO. Thanks for the memories Garrison!
As I ascend through my 70s I am following in your footsteps, Garrison. I've taken to oatmeal with half-and-half and dried cherries because why would I deny myself ecstacy? And waffles are promised to be crispy on the outside and fluffy and soft on the inside at my local organic gluten-free café -- I could just as easily be served damaged waffles with maple-flavored syrup. But why not enjoy the small things that are served and not earned? We are blessed to experience small, distinct miracles every day and God be praised. I love your posts so much. Enjoy.
Could this piece be more funny or touching? No. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thanks Mr. Keillor! You are an amazing person, writer, and entertainer. I've been appreciating you for at least 30 years. You da man!
alway enjoy GK's voice and musings on life in these dark times, but I agree with his optimism for pleasure in small things to come, in making the most of what we have here and now.
I agree: Genuine maple syrup on a Kodiak brand multigrain waffle with a pat of butter and a few blueberries for garnish is the best!
Dear GK,
Thank you for giving dignity to my small life! Retirement robbed me of the purpose and people I served for over 25 years.
An Episcopal priest (retired)
Gorgeous!!
Heard the story, read the comments. Liked the story. The comments are thankful, even worshipful.
Don't get a big head but, I liked it too.
I too, love a good waffle!
You waffled a bit on your podcast which lacked a certain drama. I also remember our family's clunky waffle iron that we used to make waffles very similar to yours ... except on one occasion. My preoccupied mom prepared waffles for the entire family and we were enjoying them until someone noted that their texture was like -- omigod, needles and pins. Mom used the waffle iron on occasion as a catchall for her sewing things, including needles, pins, plus a few random buttons. Needless to say, I am very careful when I eat waffles today.
My spouse has been using the same waffle iron for our 55 years of marriage. An orange light tells her the waffle is done. Are the new machines better? Our blender of the same vintage was made of metal. The new ones are mostly plastic. Are we just getting old?
I buy pure maple syrup at Ocean State Job Lot when it is on sale for $9.99 for a 32 oz. bottle. I use it for baking and put it on steel cut oatmeal. I just ordered some Whey Isolate to put into it for added protein. It has the lactose removed, which is important for me because I have mild lactose intolerance.
Tom Bodet finally said it this morning on WWDTM: “I just start talking and hopefully where I’m going will make some sense by the time I’m done.” That’s how I use to preach on Sundays and folks didn’t seem to mind as long as I kept it under four or five minutes. It’s the difference between what Episcopalians call a “homily”, and what others might call a sermon. Making sense is a hope in the former and a certainty in the latter.
Comforting and real. Having against all expectations, made it to 86 , with as might be thought of any 1937 construction, having a certain degree of duck taped parts keeping it functioning, I find these musing of an experienced man to be lovel, touching and so very honestly real. not only do we persist, but can do it optimistically and remembering "no resentments of the past that led us where we are. Thanks
One of the founders of the Nike Running Shoe company borrowed his wife's waffle iron to cast the original "waffle sole" Nike running shoe back in the 1970s. It was said the family's Sunday waffle breakfast never tasted quite the same after that.
I miss the waffles my mom used to make us on Saturday morning. Sunday morning was out because she had 5 kids to wrangle into Sunday School clothes and get us all going on our walk to church in Kansas City, MO. Thanks for the memories Garrison!
As I ascend through my 70s I am following in your footsteps, Garrison. I've taken to oatmeal with half-and-half and dried cherries because why would I deny myself ecstacy? And waffles are promised to be crispy on the outside and fluffy and soft on the inside at my local organic gluten-free café -- I could just as easily be served damaged waffles with maple-flavored syrup. But why not enjoy the small things that are served and not earned? We are blessed to experience small, distinct miracles every day and God be praised. I love your posts so much. Enjoy.