During the winter of 1985 in Winnipeg I would hoof it over to a church-friend's house where his mother made us boys waffles and white sauce (this must have been a Mennonite thing — die Frieden das Glitch).
No recipe. Flowers extra.
In Toronto when I got my first pay-raise from the Albert Britnell Bookshop I marched across Yonge Street to The Pots & Pan Tree to purchase a Vittorio "Belgian" stickless waffle-iron. I ate more than my share of waffles, but if you must make them I like my waffle batter yeast-raised with plenty of melted butter.
But you should probably make something else — especially now.
Link: Another Albert Britnell Bookshop memory.
No comments:
Post a Comment