My mom made blue waffles and blue eggs for breakfast. She’s funny that way, celebrating special occasions with blue food. I think it’s her way of saying anything is possible. Percy can pass seventh grade. Waffles can be blue. Little miracles like that.

-Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, Rick Riordan

Sitting on the porch of my aunt’s rustic cabin, my eye catches the flash of a deer that breaks the morning light as it streams through the trees. I revel in the sun’s warmth and listen to the leaves rustling on the sky-reaching trees that draw the edges of the farm. Resting my feet on the porch railing, I plant my ipad firmly on my lap. Finally! Time to write and post.

That was the vision…the plan.

The reality? Eight families (my mom is the middle child in a family of nine) to visit in five days in Ontario. How I thought I’d have time for this vision of writing is beyond me!  The multi-family visit is like running a marathon. You love it, but you find yourself exhausted at the end of it all and a little….no, a whole lot sleep deprived.

After a whirlwind of five countries in five weeks, I’m sitting here a little jet-lagged and plain blue waffles is all I can manage right now! This posting is my second experiment with blue waffles, the recipe calling for blue food dye. My little blue miracle…