Ditto, ditto, mudbug & otter. My waffle maker is at least twenty years old and I am grateful that it still comes out to play from time to time.
Oh, but me heart is in a Belgian Waffle, though. I so love the richness of its taste. I've never been able to make any very successfully at home, but never fail to order them elsewhere...piled high with fruit and drizzled with maple syrup. YUM!
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