waffle iron Tag

I'm not a breakfast person, but if I could eat waffles every morning, I am willing to change my position. It would indeed be the Most Important Meal of the day. While I adore waffles, waffles irons and The Christies haven't always gotten along. When I was a child my mom didn't cook waffles. She pried and chiseled them. Her fancy, family-sized, teflon-coated beast was supposed to produce giant square waffles perfect for re-toasting as snacks. No Christie waffle ever made it that far. Regardless of how she oiled or pre-heated the iron, the waffles clung to its surface like barnacles to a ship hull. At an early age, I decided waffles were something I'd be able to enjoy only in restaurants. Until now.