Waffles for My Dolly

"Who wants to lick the beater?"

Betty became my friend one morning, but only marginally.

She had to be separated from her old sister.

I had Betty join me in the kitchen while I made waffles.

Betty brought along her basket of Barbies but was sitting at the island out of duty, not desire.

I tried to give her breakfast but she wouldn’t have anything to do with the waffles. In an act of desperation, I told her that would be fine, that she didn’t have to eat a thing, but the Barbies had to eat the Barbie waffles I would be making.

I proceeded to take a waffle from the waffle iron and cut it so that 16 small pockets were preserved.

... foreground?  Barbie Waffles ..

I put them on a dish, filling one with a dollop of whipping cream and then proceeded to my waffle making station, forgetting about Betty until she called out for more Barbie waffles.

The first set was gone.

I have no idea how she got them down the Barbies.

Arta