So I’m finally home after being out of town for about a week, and it’s 101 degrees where I live, and everything feels like this:
The highlights of the week included: a trip to Indianapolis, a beautiful wedding and an epic visit to the home of Kelly (from Go Go Gadget Zen). Another highlight? Me being sucked dry of all thoughts and creativity thanks to late nights, early mornings and a long drive home.
I did have a very romantic reunion, though. It was probably the closest my life will ever come to the wistful romance of The Notebook. And it involved waffles.
To begin at the beginning: I first fell in love with waffles years ago when I was much younger.
And I knew immediately that something special had crossed my path.
Our love was the kind that ignited at once, and in those early weeks, we spent hours together.
I wanted waffles all of the time. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even in between meals, I longed for waffles.
We had syrup fights together.
We shared a strange musical montage together that concluded in a day at the beach.
But after a brief time together, life circumstances drove us apart.
I moved away from my college dorm (where waffles were often readily prepared by someone else.) Then, I went on Atkins, giving up carbs for way longer than the human soul can withstand. (Carbs are like a group hug from Jesus and Gandhi, and I’ll never forget that again.)
Then, I thought I had fallen in love with pancakes.
Pancakes were safe and uncomplicated. There was no special appliance required to make them, and I thought I was satisfied.
But this weekend, a chance meeting at a hotel buffet line changed everything. Suddenly, waffles walked back into my life like a sudden flame, blazing and streaming into my heart.
Confronted with my old love, I was overcome.
I don’t know how I thought we could ever be apart.
I can’t deny my heart’s true feelings any longer. I love waffles. I always will.
Even if waffles get Alzheimer’s one day, forgetting who I am most of the time, and I have to move to a nursing home with waffles. I would be lucky spending every day reminding waffles of our love for each other.
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“Carbs are like a group hug from Jesus and Ghandi…” Truth.
Adore this line!!!
“It wasn’t over. It STILL isn’t over.”- omg classic. I heart you and your waffle love affair story!
I loooovvve waffles and every time my mother makes pancakes or French toast for her grandchildren I happen to mention that I like waffles and she says: “You’re not a grandchild,” which is her answer for everything, so I have to make them myself.
Haha. I love this.
I love how you’re all, “dry of all thoughts and creativity”, then BAM! Pure waffle genius.
Waffles: they’re what’s right in this world.
Your romance with waffles is one for the ages.
The girl loves waffles [truth be told, I love them, too] and so I have a craptacular 15 year old waffle iron that I use to make them.
Here’s the secret: Once you get the iron? SO SIMPLE TO MAKE. Easier than pancakes. Even with a shitty waffle iron. Joy of Cooking has the best recipe I’ve found.
I think you need more waffle love right now.
Ummm this is my favorite.
I want you to draw an illustration for my tombstone.
I have spent twenty minutes sitting on my sofa and wondering what DVD I should watch tonight. You’ve now answered my question… I’m going to the shop to buy waffles instead.
This. Exactly this. And a waffle-maker is totally worth it, even if it’s another appliance on your counter. Because this kind of love is for.ever.
the love affair with waffles will stand the test of time! Love this post! 🙂
Awesome as always
I have TWO waffle machines. The regular round variety and a STICK variety. Oh yeah. Me and the stick waffle get along *quite* well.
You are awesome. AWESOME.
I have the same love affair with bagels.
If you can’t decide, you might hurt both their feelings.
If you can’t decide, someone gets hurt.
You have to decide.
I started the dukan diet about a month ago and have been dying without carbs. I dream about snikerdoodle cookies, salivate over Olive Garden pasta commercials, and have come up with plans to rob a bakery for cupcakes.
This post gave me a good laugh and the motivation to keep going, because I know that one waffle will be my gateway drug back into the world of carb addiction and that was a very ugly time in my life.
I can’t wait for that reunion though. I am almost certain it will be just as you depicted.
See, I would watch the Notebook if I were assured carby goodness and syrup fights. You should write screenplays for love affairs with food. Right now mine is peanut butter. But don’t tell bacon. It is just a fling and I can’t afford to lose the love of my life!
Ha! This was so awesome. You are making me want to just check into a hotel for the night so I can go down to the community area in the morning, grab my little prefilled plastic cup of waffle batter, pour it in the waffle iron and FLIP IT OVER! My favorite part is turning that thing over. Have you talked to Pancake lately? Is he heartbroken?
Beautiful. But pancakes are a close second, right? Pancakes would maybe an affair you go back to… Not that I even really know what that means.
And now I am making waffles for lunch. Better than cheese!
If you can’t decide, someone gets hurt. I can’t wait for that reunion though. Your romance with waffles is one for the ages. You’ve now answered my question… I’m going to the shop to buy waffles instead.