Who doesn’t love waffles?
When you’re 5, they’re the go-to breakfast…and lunch, and dinner if you’re lucky. When you’re 25 and heading home after a long night of partying, there’s a Waffle House in sight. When you’re 35, you make waffles for your own 5 year old, and the cycle continues.
Waffles, the perfect fruit.
Waffles aren’t a fruit. But they might as well be. They’re often covered with fruit, and syrup, and butter, and chocolate chips, and honey, and whipped cream. Ice cream? Yes please. All great additions to the classic waffle. They’re nothing like fruit.
Waffles are the bread that binds us.
Belgian, American, Hong Cong, Scandinavian…homemade, or pre made, waffles kick ass. At home I use a rotating waffle iron. Why? A few reasons. The rotating waffle iron is simply cool and my kid thinks I’m a magician, and almost more importantly, the more practice I get at home, the easier it is at the hotel. Uh, hotel?
I don’t judge a hotel by the swimming pool or fitness center, but if they have the “do it yourself” waffle bar at the continental breakfast.
The waffle bar. A little explored opportunity to elevate your game.
Making a waffle seems like an easy feat…until you burn one, or two. There’s a lot riding on making a waffle. Lots of little eyes watching you…counting on you…expecting greatness. There’s no greater sorrow than a blown waffle win.
Me? I’m a waffle ninja. If you’re staying at my house, or happen to be in the same hotel. Watch out. It’s waffle-mania coming at ya.
As the family is strolling out of bed to the hotel breakfast rally-point, I’ve turned the continental breakfast counter top into a French bistro.
Waffles for all.
It didn’t start out this way…serving common citizens who think they deserve some time with the waffle machine. I understand they paid to be there, but so did I. And I’m arguably a better waffle cook than they are. This is about me and mine.
If you happen to catch a collateral waffle coming off the line, good for you.
Hotels have the best waffle toppings all ready to go. Brown sugar for oatmeal? Check. Apple Jacks and granola? You betcha. Those little pre-cut individually wrapped pats of butter? Yep, in a bucket. If you’re lucky, the hotel’s 24 hour market has pints of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. You’re an all-star if you pull that off.
Now, I don’t recommend starting your waffle skills at the hotel. If I happen to be at the same hotel at the same time, and you’re jacking up the waffle machine…we’re gonna have a problem.
Hone it at home. It’s time to get serious about your waffles.
Pick up a new machine, throw on some Def Leppard, and waffle-on.
What’s on your waffle?
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