"All the world is a wafel and all of us are merely dinges."
Before this past weekend, I couldn't recall the last time I had a waffle.
I never thought too much about waffles after my waffle maker was dropped in college.
Then it was one of the bride's few bridal shower requests.
We planned to borrow a waffle maker, but being the paranoid planner that I am,
my risk mitigation plan included purchasing a backup waffle maker... just in case.
Of course, our friend came through, the Belgian waffles were delicious.
My waffle maker was set to go back to the store.
My waffle maker was set to go back to the store.
But then
I received a package
I received a package
of Spekuloos.
A ridiculous name, but a wondrous invention.
A Belgian boy in my first grade class
had a mother who made the most wonderful windmill cookies.
This spread captures the gingerbread goodness of those times.
had a mother who made the most wonderful windmill cookies.
This spread captures the gingerbread goodness of those times.
A friend in NYC was sweet enough to surprise me with a jar
and raved about it as a topping for waffles. Belgian waffles.
and raved about it as a topping for waffles. Belgian waffles.
(with whipped cream of course)
A waffle truck in NYC called Wafels and Dinges sells it.
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Thanks Nicole!
(Yes, I'm keeping the waffle maker!)
FYI: Trader Joes sells a version too.
Speculoos cookie butter.
Speculoos cookie butter.
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