Waffles!

One of my Mom's favorite breakfast-related stories had to do with a visit by one of my older brother's friends. She asked if the boys would like waffles for breakfast. They liked that idea, so she started making batter and got out the waffle iron. As she proceeded to make waffles, my brother's friend sat there stunned. Finally, he worked up the courage to comment, "that's not how my mom makes waffles." "How does she make them?" my Mom asked. "She puts them in the toaster."

When my Mom died, the waffle iron came to us. It seemed appropriate. Marc is the best cook extant in this family. Besides, he always was my Mom's favorite of the spouses (just don't tell my sisters-in-law). :)

This morning, we had a nice, relaxing start. After we made our way downstairs, Marc asked if I'd like waffles for breakfast. I said yes, knowing this would be the first time we'd used the old waffle iron. I suppose the healing process kept us from using it before now, but the time had come. So out it came...



It's old. I don't know to whom it originally belonged. Something makes me think it was my mother's grandmother's waffle iron, but I'm not sure. Whomever the original owner was, this appliance is from the early days of electric appliances!

So Marc plugged it in and got busy making batter. When the waffle iron was ready, in it went...



It was just like I remembered. As the waffle cooked, the lid lifted up...



If I had been making them, the waffles would have come out underdone and falling apart or overdone and burnt to a crisp. Fortunately, Marc was in charge...



So we both had waffles for breakfast. How did they taste? Hmmm...