In the old days (before adolescence) I frequently prepared a hot breakfast for the young miss. In the modern era, maximizing sleep is a concern. There is often a single-digit number of minutes between waking and running for the bus.
My wife suggested that the morning of standardized testing deserved some extra attention. To my surprise, the young miss agreed. So it was early to bed for me last night and up at 5:45 (before adolescent emergence) to fix pancakes.
It must have been the first time at home since we moved back to Iowa five-and-a-half years ago. I actually had to consult The Joy of Cooking to get this right.
Also used the fancy techno-material skillet. Cake number two came out fine.
The young miss had hers with syrup and kiwi fruit. I chose the lime marmalade she got me for Christmas from the fair trade store in town.
The friendly breakfast banter of years past was replaced by a sleepy intermittent silence.
As for the testing, I hope that will go well, though I think it’s more for school and state prestige than for college entrance requirements. One less coffee purchased from our McCorporate masters, one slight uptick in test scores. The state of Iowa can thank me.