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Sometimes it is Okay to Impulse Buy

It is 4:15 am on Black Friday. My husband and I made a date of standing in line so that we could get our son's presents at a much lower price. We've loaded the cart already: $100 sheet and comforter set for his new bed, $300 worth of toys, and a hand mixer and a couple candles for me. We still have 45 minutes to kill before the opening of the other store we were going to go shopping, so we begin to wander.

All of a sudden we meander into a confusing scene. Women twice my age are shoving each other out of the way. We look at each other and each knows the other is thinking the same thing: it must be a good price, whatever it is. Somehow we left the toy section of the department store and entered the walkway directly next to the display that was causing the entire hubbub.

The item being displayed was a waffle-maker. "What do you think?" I know by him asking that question that it is up to me to decide whether we should spend the extra money. He knows I hate spending money, especially on myself. But my mother-in-law has been suggesting that I invest in a waffle-maker for some time now. I look to my husband for help with the decision.

After a little discussion, we decide to go for it. My only real holdout is that I've never used one of these contraptions before. But with a little bit of coaxing I am convinced, as he reminds me that his mother is constantly telling me how easy it is to use a waffle-maker. And he's right; we'll never find one at 80% off again. These middle-aged women had good reason to be pushing each other out of the way. Not that I condone such behavior; I just understand how they could be protective of their savings.

So we made it out spending only $125 and completed the rest of our shopping, spending only another thirty or so. I am anxiously awaiting the first use of this special purchase. What if I can't do it? What if I mess up and make the worst waffles in the world, heavy like bricks or hard as a rock? What if the batter sticks and I end up with two torn halves burning to the pan? I decide to try sooner than later so I can get my disappointment over with.

I read the instructions that the device came with. "Okay, this does not look too bad." I think as I start setting it up on the counter. The instructions include a recipe, but I am not sure I want to do all that work until I know how they will come out. I pull out a mix I keep on hand for when I do not have the energy to make pancakes from scratch, remembering that the instructions on the box had mentioned something about being used for waffles too.

I measure and mix as the shiny new appliance heats itself to the temperature I arbitrarily chose. I have no idea how dark is the right darkness. Oh well. If the first batch does not destroy the house then I can experiment to see how dark we like our waffles. Until then, here goes. I spray the griddle with nonstick spray and pour in the batter just like the instructions say. I wait patiently, silently fearful that I will be ashamed of the final product. The light comes on, signaling that this waffle is done and I hold my breath as I open the pan. I was expecting a disaster: maybe something inedible. But out comes a beautiful waffle -- well, it is a little bit misshapen because I apparently didn't spread the batter properly. But it at least cooked okay.

The moment of truth: I make my husband taste the first one. I do not have the guts, I am too fearful of disappointment. But he makes some sounds of approval as the second waffle cooks so I decide to taste one. "Wow," I think, "this is actually pretty good!" I cook up the rest of the batter, and the whole family enjoys homemade waffles for the first time. My husband and I are both surprised at how simple this whole process is, and we know that we will be eating waffles quite often from now on and we do. I found a wonderful recipe and I make the batter from scratch each time now. I think this was the best purchase I ever made.