Scott Kveton

I’d just like to start out by saying that I’m really actually a good father. I just do dumb things sometimes.

Just this past weekend I got up early with my son and let Kami sleep in a bit. Zivio’s morning routine involves having a waffle with syrup and peanut butter on it. He sleeps hard and is hungry upon waking up. Unfortunately Dad wasn’t as fully awake as Zivio was hungry on this morning.

I made Zivio his waffle with syrup and peanut butter and he dove right in. We buy our syrup bulk at Costco (yep, you can get a gallon of maple syrup there too) and so I use a plastic squeeze bottle that you might see used for mustard or ketchup to hold smaller portions of the syrup. This allows me to heat it up in the microwave (I swear he’s not that finicky but its how I’d like to have my syrup). So there he sits at the kitchen table, chowin’ down happy as can be. He looks over and says “More syrup?” to me. “What the heck” I think “its Saturday” so I walk over and pour some more syrup on his waffle and he starts bobbing back and forth with a big grin on his face. Wow. I’m an awesome Dad.

I quickly turn into hungry Dad. And man, that waffle is looking good. I think I’ll have me some of that! So I whip up two waffles for myself (sans peanut butter), pour on the syrup and then dive in. But then something goes wrong.

You see, I’m a big lover of ribs. I had an old friend from High School (Dave Markel) give me a recipe for Hawaiian-style short ribs. The recipe is basically a bunch of soy sauce with sugar, honey and some other sweet stuff. Its quite good. Its so good, in fact, that I keep an extra bottle in the fridge for special occasions. Well, I keep it in one of those plastic squeeze bottle you might use for mustard or ketchup. Yep, that’s right. I just ate some soy sauce waffles for breakfast.

I look up, only to see my son polishing off the rest of his (soy sauce covered) waffle and saying “More?”