Mom and dad, did you realize that when you brought Ken some
Stroopwaffles back from Holland you were going to change his life forever? Well, now you do. See, apparently, when he tasted his first
Stroopwaffle after your trip, he put his love for them on the back burner for awhile. Then enter his new diet. You know the one where he can only eat whatever he wants one day a week? Well, suddenly on that one day, Ken feels entitled to pursuing his interest in rare food items. So this past Sunday (or maybe late Saturday) Ken began talking about how he was going to eat
Stroopwaffles on his day off. Fine! Sounds yummy! However, a problem arose when Ken suddenly had no idea where to find the rare Dutch treat. With the Peterson family as my witness, I swear that Ken called around 4-6 bakeries (who all proclaimed European treats) to track down his craving. He also physically went to Central Market to look. No such luck! But then, thanks to the
Internet, he became hopeful when he discovered
Bothell's Hillcrest Bakery. It wasn't open on Sunday so he couldn't call them. But bright and early Monday morning the whole family ventured out to see if the
Hillcrest would deliver. The glass cases were full of
delectable treats but the
Stroopwaffles were not readily apparent. Then, lo and behold, I spotted a small stack of "
Stroopies" in the back. Four dollars and fifty cents later Ken was the proud owner of a bag of "
Stroopies". Here's him sharing his happiness:
I wonder what next Monday's rare treat adventures will hold!
Here's Levi enjoying his favorite pastime - rock throwing:
Levi was fairly uncooperative but we got a cute one!
Conquering the top of the monkey bars!
