The Triumphant Rise of a Registry Reject

by Kristan Allen, Pittsburgh | Thu, 7/23/2009 - 15:26

My husband and I celebrated our one-year anniversary on June 7^th (woohoo, one year down!). So about a year ago, I was in the throes of wedding planning. I wasn’t a big fan of planning a wedding. Don’t get me wrong...I couldn’t wait for the big day. But I just didn’t like all the details and agonizing, life-altering decisions. Hydrangeas or roses? Place cards or no place cards? Wedding cake or cupcakes (more to come on this in a later post)?

But one thing I absolutely loved was setting up my wedding registry. You get that registry gun in your hand and you just start scanning everything in the store, regardless of whether you’ll use it or not. As we were making our way through the kitchen department, I was scanning everything in sight. I wielded that scanning gun with the expertise and accuracy of Wyatt Earp at the OK Corral. I was scanning things behind my back, over my shoulder, with both eyes closed…until I came upon a Belgian waffle maker.

My husband thought this was the one thing that would absolutely make or break our ability to have a well-prepared kitchen. I was adamant that we would never, ever use it and it would just collect dust. I stuck to my guns (literally, I wouldn’t let him have the scanner) and “we” decided not to register for it.

Fate intervened and we ended up getting a Belgian waffle maker as a gift anyway (stick to the registry, people!). I had planned to return it, but it got swept up with the other registry rejects and stored in our basement…until last weekend when my husband decided that Sunday felt like “a good waffle day.”

I reluctantly broke the seal of the box and set up our waffle-making station. On the menu: Toasted Almond Waffles with Strawberry Sauce. I love waffles and make them quite frequently…in the toaster. These waffles were different. So light and fluffy and cooked to a perfect golden brown. They turned out so delicious that I’m not even going to say how many we ate between the two of us. And we ate them so fast I didn't even have time to take any photos to share here!

So I stand corrected. I’m proclaiming to the world that I was wrong about the waffle maker. It isn’t a registry reject and now, instead of collecting dust in my basement, it has prime real estate in the cabinet above my kitchen stove. Isn’t admitting when you’re wrong one of the most important lessons you can learn during the first year of marriage?

Ketchum Foodies at Home

Comments

by Kelley Skoloda | Mon, 08/03/2009 - 13:03

Crock Pot

I felt the same way when I my husband and I received a crock pot for our wedding -- what in the heck would I do with it? Well, 19 years and two kids later, the crock pot is often my best friend on a weekday night when I can come home and dinner is made.

by Tom Barritt | Thu, 07/30/2009 - 12:41