Here's my Mom's 200 year old waffle maker.
I took a break from my chocolate chip waffle to take this picture. (It's on a clear glass plate.) In a world where so many things change constantly, it's nice to have some things stay the same.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Mom's Sunday Waffles
Waffles were our Sunday morning breakfast growing up and when I come back to visit it's the same.
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Perhaps more than things remaining the same: I know my parents' held on to tools if they served their purpose, a choice based on utility. My mother, too, had a waffle iron (different brand). It worked and everything made on it tasted like 'home'. Why buy a new one?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the memory, Steve.