Every Saturday, a special diner opens up at about 8 o’clock. The menu is simple and never changes and best of all, the cost is free! Each Saturday, Doodad opens his Winer Diner for any who want a homecooked breakfast. (Please note: This five star restaurant was named for the many whiny children that have been known to arrive ! )
So, many Saturdays, we quickly get ourselves out of bed and go straight to the Winer Diner in our pj’s. Today, in addition to Wylie and Bess, Spiderman chose to go along with us!
We make the quick drive across the road to Doodad’s Winer Diner!
Best of all, when we arrive, there is no line waiting to be seated. You don’t have to wait as your order is prepared. Usually, your meal is waiting on you! What could be better- a meal at someone else’s house and it is ready when you are!
It is critical that I try my best to raise my children up on only THE BEST syrup in the world! Yellow Label Syrup. We eat it in honor of my grandfather, Junior. Our family only gets this syrup every time someone brings it to us from Alabama and once you get your jar, you use it with thought, not waste! It is too precious and delicious to waste! And let’s not even forget to talk about how wonderful the taste is!! Nothing compares! Each time I see that bottle, I am quickly taken back to my childhood at a kitchen table at Mamaw’s house where Yellow Label was mixed with butter and biscuits! YUMMY!!
The Winer Diner is a favorite for all my children. Yet, for all different reasons.
Charlie (aka Spider Man) likes to eat so he can get his superpowers!
Wylie, just likes to eat mounds of whip cream and powdered sugar and calls her meal breakfast!
And Baby Bess just loves, loves, loves to eat link sausage!
And as quick as the Winer Diner opened, it quickly closes and the Bailey Bunch is out the door!
But, oh how thankful I am for someone else to cook a meal for these hungry kiddos!
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Sing it with me now....
"Yeller Label Soppin' Syrup...
Pride of Allerbam!!"
Junior is who taught me to mash up butter in my syrup and then wipe it up with my biscuit. I cannot imagine a better way to remember him, Kasie!
XXOXOX!
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