Tonight I had a rather nostalgic supper...waffles. Growing up, Sunday's were sacred around our house. This was long before stores were open, and the only Sunday activity was church, followed by a nap or a Sunday afternoon drive with the family. Mom would usually get up early and get a big Sunday dinner going for us to eat when we returned from church. But, Sunday evenings, Dad was in charge. We usually ate cereal. But, occasionally, Dad would rise to the occasion, pull out the already ancient waffle iron, and make waffles for everyone. Other than grilling, I believe this was the only time I remember Dad cooking. How we looked forward to those special Sundays when something other than cereal was on the menu.
I still love waffles. I don't indulge often, but when I do, I figure I may as well go ahead and make up a few extra. They warm up nicely in the microwave, or the toaster oven. My preference these days is whole wheat waffles, but my whole wheat mix had mealy bugs in it tonight. Just goes to show you that I have obviously not been eating enough waffles. I'll have to refill my stock, and go ahead and make up a big batch. I can always freeze them for later use.
Now where did I hide the bacon from myself?