For the last two weeks I’ve had a major, serious, very real craving for waffles.
The only problem? I didn’t own a waffle iron.
When we were registering for our wedding, we decided we would be satisfied with pancakes and that we didn’t need another gadget taking up space in our cabinets.
What a mistake that was.
Because when waffle craving strikes you, no pancake in the world will substitute the peaks and valleys and crispy edges paired with the soft fluffy-ness you get from all of that waffle goodness.
So last week I mentioned to my husband that I wanted to get a waffle iron and well, that man took it to a whole other level.