“That’s a good question, Miss Abby. Do we have a waffle iron?” Hook left the galley to enter the storage room. He could be heard rumbling through everything looking high and low. Then three minutes later, he returned with a four-waffle, waffle iron. “Yes, Miss Abby, you can have waffles!” Hook responded with a big toothy grin.

Hook already had eggs on the preparation counter, he grabbed a steel mixing bowl from a higher cupboard. He plugged the waffle iron in and began to preheat. He gathered flour, milk, vegetable oil, sugar, baking powder, salt, and vanilla extract. Then he cracked four eggs dropping them into the bowl. Hook preferred to use a wire whisk, which he used to whip the eggs into a creamy froth. He measured out all the right quantities and poured them one at a time into the large mixing bowl with the eggs. Each ingredient was beaten individually into the batter to ensure the texture was smooth. Then he sprayed the waffle iron with a non-stick cooking spray. Next, he poured one third of his batter into the iron which would produce four fluffy yellow waffles. He placed these on a plate and left them on the table for Abby. He continued to cook the remaining batter which would produce a total of twelve waffles.

“These should be nice and tasty for you. Ah have some maple syrup in the pantry.” Joe left to retrieve the syrup, leaving the bottle on the table along with a clean plate, knife, and fork. She could take what she needed from the plate. As the waffles came off the iron, he added them to the existing plate. Others who hadn’t eaten could then help themselves to waffles if they wanted.

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